Thursday, February 26, 2015

out of body, not a dream. recounted

i have traversed
several levels beyond
my bodily bed

perched on a picket
single pinprick on a strand
of a wooden fence that
measures this otherly land

flesh weight remains in
the human room
consciousness both the
rider and the broom

when i came out of my shell
it wasn't intentional
3rd eye first out of my skull
an unfetteredly fall

flight was unsteady
my astral self somehow still
sacrum heavy