Tear away the flesh and lets be free
to explore the mystery of the spirits
that be.
Floating away as I look down and see
my body in a heep of misery

lying in solidity of soveregness.
Swallows fill the void
with fear of the unknown from which
we are tracked in a never-ending
struggle with destiny.
Feelings of bouyancie fill me as I am
without flesh free-flowing around
a metamorphic world of sights and sounds
that culminate in a shock of reality that
can only be described as
unreal.
My flesh decays as time drifts away
and dawn becomes night in an illuminant
collundrum of feelings that attack my spirit
self.
Deep within my fleshlessness a subconsciousness awakens
only to find itself too late to save it's self
and it too drifts up with me.
The meeting between us is odd at first and then
without even thinking Light pours into our world and
I open my eyes again.
This time to see the world as it is.

But now I can't talk.

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Midsummer, in the year 130 MA.