Ingrowing - Spectral Passages

 

My weak, slackening body?
Shadows, so malicious
My own flesh memory?
Iridescent miasma of insecurity
In that dazzling light?
Shaping my retina
I can see my own way?

To spectral passages?
My soundless steps lead
Free of corporeality?
Eschatological nightmare no more
In shining tubular corridors?
By strange magnetism I am pulled
All earthly I leave behind?
Right as you did before

My vanishing body?
Shadows, so pleasant
My own soul memory?
Iridescent thread of wisdom
In soothing twilight?
Of this afterlife labyrinth
I go my own way?

In spectral passages?
Here I find my resting place
Free of onerous corporeality?
Free of pain, free of stress and fear
In shining tubular corridors?
I play with gentle magnetism
All earthly is so strange to me?
Right as you do now