a long way out there

sometimes i am a long way out there

floating through thin air

hardly aware of the ground beneath my feet

touched by the voices of angels

or feeling the ancestral spirits

churning

sometimes I am eclipsed

in places I used to exist

there is only emptiness

I wonder at the truth of what I thought

was so real yesterday

but now seems only like a dream

there are times I feel this aloneness

the alone of the alone

pulling on me

and then like a restive spirit

i fight to break free

seeking signs of life

in ‘real’ life

shape and forces and voices

that in times may be revealed

only to be phantoms

but isn’t the truth

they are realer

than me?