"Retreating" By Ben Goode 2014 (c)

A sleep so deep and displaced.

Soul misaligned, and in two places.

Perhaps in an astral journey of confusion.

Perhaps the only true freedom a mortal has.

Neither here or there. Everywhere.

Retreating from the enclosure.

The aging prison. In a body that life has worn away.

But protecting the soul for its final day.

The sleep for now is where one rests.

From another world that tests.