At the bottom

That soft glow under the rain clouds before the sun comes up.
 
You'll see it too.
 
Roll your windows down and let the sage out.
 
Five years under that light.
We're still pale.
 
Maybe it takes awhile, to glow.
Casual sediment that rolls with the current.
 
Clouds will part as the music breaks.
 
They'll see you and remember.
 
So burn all your memories.
Here, you are the one that just is.
 
The final sun birthed from collided stars.
 
The end of the beginning.