What do I protect?

What do I protect?

Without trying

I am become

A product of my breathing

The bones of me, invisible.

If only I could see a way

To break the seal

The coal black eyes will

Disappear

The mirrored walls shimmer

Perplexed by my performance

Naked in daylight.

Shorn of disease

The trappings of the veil

Becomes me.

The process of disintegration

Begins

As the body moves away.

Out of sight

Behind the curtain

Shadows are more inclined

To disagree,

They waver between

Disapproval and despair.

I am caught

Somewhere in perplex

Watching a world disappear

Disconnected from itself.

Floating in Ichor

The blood of life

Discharged from service

In disrepair.

The truth of me, denied

The fact of my disappearance

Secreted,

Withheld.

My life has ebbed

So too has the belief

I once held

That I was corporeal.

A body of substance

Warmly received,

Not a contrivance

Of dispassionate reflection,

Shrouded against the light