the spirits of my friends and loved ones can lift me up
i can fly on wings made of feathers of pure light.

-this raging ball of light surges ahead of me
and bits of it leave an air trail and speckle my face,
i open my mouth and drink this in, this... light... this....
fuel... my feathers snap short and sharp-
effortlessly i catch the ball of white light,
i am the white light, i am the tail that i am eating

this momentum perpetuates.