high perception

the material is beeing cleft

 like in waved air it's wings took it to desire
if it could feel the thought hear the sound of
pure string that call it to come where the emotions
would burst in a spiral flame and give it the
oppretonity and the chance for beein, existing
it no longer was a soul in material
it became something abnormal
free might say
a soul in heaven it shal be for eternity or
we'll see