Entangled, I walked off into the astrum. . .
I built a life out there,
forgetting but then remembering
the body in which I used to dwell.
I'll stay here a while longer,
but, one day this apparition will fade
and though seeming an eternity and infinity away,
I will resorb into my previous self,
to awaken and continue my journey there
until I escape again into the astrum
or until I am resorbed into the a priori of the a priori.
Life is the deepest meditation
one, from which many of us may not return.
I went to the past,
but could only sense,
in bursts of vividness,
brief scenes of pain and fear.
I feel as if I could capture these moments longer and string them together into mini-realities in which
the ghosts of the past
a ghost from the future.