My weak, slackening body…
Shadows, so malicious
My own flesh memory…
Iridescent miasma of insecurity
In that dazzling light…
Shaping my retina
I can see my own way…

To spectral passages…
My soundless steps lead
Free of corporeality…
Eschatological nightmare no more
In shining tubular corridors…
By strange magnetism I am pulled
All earthly I leave behind…
Right as you did before

My vanishing body…
Shadows, so pleasant
My own soul memory…
Iridescent thread of wisdom
In soothing twilight…
Of this afterlife labyrinth
I go my own way…

In spectral passages…
Here I find my resting place
Free of onerous corporeality…
Free of pain, free of stress and fear
In shining tubular corridors…
I play with gentle magnetism
All earthly is so strange to me…
Right as you do now