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
