Querulous breath I inhale,vapid thoughts then exhale;
Feckless remains the soul,
There must be something invigorating about the ashes of human,or else why so much reverence prevails?
I wonder what my ashes will speak;
The suaveness of my persona;
or the ultimate hidden spots?
I search with all my remaining passion for the lost piquant spirits I hugged once;
for ashes are grace they say;
Deep daring my heart has perhaps,for ashes are my thoughts now.