Spirit lifted in a thin layer of air,
Moving patulous to nowhere
In a speed of light
Then suddenly traipsing along a path so bright.
rate of my pulse is at its peak.
Lips are dry I can no more speak.
But only strobes are visible to my eyes,
Then a shadow made me rise.
The phantom was yonder,
Going nearer and nearer.
I knew that the shadow was in a coat.
I heard a voice spoke.
Every word seemed to traverse in the deepest of my soul,
Hypnotizing me in this astral zone.
He gave me a message all of us know,
Taken for granted by the FUTURE he called.
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