Ashes spread all around huge field waits for the moment of the Phoenix's renegeration to the skies.

Their each intersperced particle is heard of each miserably dying one's voice from dead one's next life.

A particle of ash looks down to all aspect deployed on the ground.

Each particle transmits to each other in no vocing sound.

Gathered their mind's own unit makes them send God oracle to all the ground.

Thier each momentary swtichable own unit's form watches Phoenix's drifting on stratosphere reverburates own environmental songs to all around that echelon's upper surface.

Each ash's particle can watch Phenix's winging streaming reflecting each light particle from the sun.

All ground's attending enmity, rejoice and surprising emotions are put together by the Phoenix and it carries them all to her home shangrira.

Burntout souls are all completed at life's mission at each thing.

Carnal world's noisy claims and their carrying rumor make own fantasy in confusing speaking ones on ground, truth busters' demagogue makes own vanity to their all ground.

Only the phoenix sneers at being heard all in apathetic mind. Only the one is never affected by any variant of COVID spread all over the world.

Vanished all falsehood made by the ones on the ground are transperently flowing all around the stratosphere but each particle of it only pulls through any beam and ray to the ground.

Phoenix's tears scoop all ash's pulling through beam and rays internally put into and it makes by itself own echo.

Hey, Phoenix, your detached mind eyes could witness the carnally made any other incomplete ash's whistle on behalf of all alive ones.

Only dead ones' souls are silently all carnally made each voice into their sharpened auditory inharmony.

Feb. 6th. 2022