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