inward- it rushes in

swirls into every corner

a light so pure

that cannot be changed

only forgotten

rushes in- the current charges

spins with the glory that you hold

admixtures intensify their dose

the heat rises

the colours blend from gold

to all brights and shines

beams riding the stream

of the out breath

washing the sites clean

buzzing into the next

cauldron of steaming brew

rushing in

and boiling through

the charges are aligning

the world anew

and there's nothing you're to do

but breathe