The Silver Cord

The apostle of conscious dying whispers to me
Keep on trying
Stay tethered to the cosmic sacrum
Safe within the bardo playground
You'll cry tears that fall up to the sky
While wrathful gods chant your name
You'll never scream
You have no breath
No refuge in between your death

Power made by ptah
Beautiful child of love
The gods ascribe praises to him
Maker of things celestial and of things terrestrial
He illumineth egypt
Traverser of the celestial heights in peace

From the womb I materialise
Terrified
Uncircumcised
My mothers love; hypericum
Awake for the caesarean
Like a dog on a freeway
I commit my life to end it my way
I am deaf
I am a mute
I am blind
And I have broken through

I'm just a vessel
I'm just a poor boy travelling with my bodies
Bodies
Body imagery
Imagery
I am free
I am marooned and tied to my bodies
Bodies
Body imagery
Imagery