Candy

It's almost like candy,

the glorious ouroboros numinous tapestry of ethereal and material,

forever and but a moment.

Birth and death, inhale, exhale.

Night and day.

Distinction between anything suffers from being a necessary evil,

a part of the veil,

the thread that weaves the tapestry together.

Life and death are as consequential as a fleeting dream,

seeing as how you're an apparition.

This is just a transient moment,

just spent appreciating tapestry.

The stitching is just superb.