Braving through the crest and trough of the turbulence
He hurtled along the wall
Some flew past him, Some engulfed him, Some scorched him, Some rode him, Till suddenly, the clamour broke.
The haze cleared to reveal each one of them. Crystal clear.
They gnawed at him, called to him. But he perceived them in their true form.
Wisps of smoke. Thin, feeble, hackneyed.
His pace became a glide. Their screams died down to whispers.
Whispers led to solitude.
Solitude led to bliss.
Bliss led to potential.
Till he rose, Awake to all.