Looking
down, I see myself
transitioning
from nestled sleep to endless dream
At
first I search for the glowing
path…when
suddenly a stunning realization
stammers
forth it’s surreal flood
Observations
stir, until, the form awakes…but you stay adrift
not
returning to your shell…and yet, you watch, as it functions still
Following
in-flux you float about
staggering
the summits with watchful eyes…understanding completely, you haven’t died,
you’re alive, but your vessel, is no longer yours alone to steer
And
soon thereafter, drawn unto an astral field you go
wandering
in a formless realm, where familiar sights
quickly
disjoint the body from the soul
as
once familiar songs, are belted out, in tongues foreign to the light
The
thief moves about in the circles I had built, yet they can not tell the
difference, the imposter’s presence goes unknown…perhaps, or so it seems, a
case can be made to indicate, that both family and friends, appeared to like me
more now, than they ever had, when It was I, comprising the definitions deep
inside
And
even when rapt in these songs of sin
no
one noticed that these words were not mine,
were
his seductive charms so aligned,
they
couldn’t see the illusion buried beneath my skin?
His
deception played upon the acts and thoughts
of
others, stirring forth the definitions they wished to hear, that they wished
I’d be
and
as day’s continued, in this space I grew lost,
even
questioning if I was better served with the beast controlling me
All
I could do, was sing a Ballad of Foreign Astral Tongues:
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