When

When we were flying, we were burning inside.
There was nothing like the ordinary world.
Or the world of dreams. It was divine in nature.
And intelligence. Flows, murmurations of minds.
In time and struggle, alongside one another.
Inside, there was nothing like the ordinary world.
Inside, the ordinary world doesn’t even exist.
When we were flying, we were burning.
Inside, in another world, together.
Now, and forever. Long ago. Tomorrow.
Inside the world of our intelligence. Nothing.
Like we exist. And struggle. When, now,
and forever, we were flying. Burning.
Together.