Spotlit: The Chimney

It is a vessel of darkness and a conveyor of light.
It glimmers and it dims.
It hangs and sits. It hums and looms.
It heaves, and it breathes.
It seems to absorb, and it seems to sigh, and it seems, as well, to seethe. Its nebulousness shifts, its mystery eludes. Ostensibly, it is alive.
You might be in the body of a beast.
Maybe it ate you. Maybe you let it. Maybe you wandered into its maw. Maybe you awoke it from a slumber. Maybe it doesn’t really mind. Maybe it likes you in its insides