What holds us here?

What holds us here?

Tethered

And bound

Corporeal flesh

Growing to completion

Before sentient

Degeneration

Steals our meanings

In a febrile flush

Of burned bridges.

Are we brought together

By divine hand.

Projected forward

And outward,

Guided through

A spectral grid

Of finely graded

Astral plains.

Floating spectres,

Ghosting our

Own life stories.

Holding on

To Jacobs ladder

With one hand

Trying to evade

The snakes and pitfalls,

Seeking to break

The earthly chord

That binds us to disease,

Or are we haunted

By the fear

There will be no truth,

Only aspects

Of ourselves

We will struggle to make

Sense of.

And as the last

Vestige of our strength

Is summoned

To say goodbye,

Will we be moved

To stop

And say hello.