Return Too Orion

My return too Orion on an endless promise with no "best before" i reach out. I chose the colors of transit, from the pallet supplied; Violet over blue, deep grey fuelled by a white hot destiny! The rise then fall oh! how calm the now: No conection between its clock and the dust of passing days. I attempt to slake a thirst so grim ; split lipped, throat bare! skin so thin as a veil, as film as a bare body! floating amongst the tides of stars, and celestial Ghosts. Only the disolving clock is visable, obscuring time "invisible" On the rushing elemental sleigh speeding through the gushing air while burning fire brushes my lips the water of tears cools the re-birth, held in a palm, its time to depart, a flight on a perpetual journey.