Wayward Truths – a poem

In unfathomable swathes of dark do move

Scenes of the world without, fog frost obscured

In time, the arbiter of all activities, foreign

Bodies dislodged and disinterred from safety,

The spirits wandering in unholy curiousity.

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A soul just separated from the host body

Roams at the obeyance of whims unknown,

Unidentifiable, one flickering point amidst myriads,

Possibility of absorption into the manifold many

Ever present, always pressing, threat without jest.

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