Out Of Body (Poetry)

I dreamt I had no body
death had freed me from the senses
and I floated from the ruined shell
that housed collected pain

It was peaceful with the shackles off —
no nerves to pull or twist sore flesh
perception like an inner river flowed
and washed against my spirit soft
with glimpses of the vastness
of beyond

Forever cradled who I was
and rocked the ghost of memory to sleep
time wiped me clean of old desires
and rolled me in the fire of stars
to forge an understanding with sly gods
who salvage the imagined bones
of monsters leering ugly from the deep

I met them in the frozen void
immune to every threat from tooth or claw
no blood of mine to spill
no fear of wound or splattered gore
that state of being non-corporeal
grew mystical
I had no need of eyes
yet saw infinity stretch on
and gauged its shifting state
and reeling size ...

I long to dream that dream again
and feel nothing and yet everything
be young and old and ageless too
drift quiet through death
as though it’s always new