The Realm

How did I get to where I am Only thru the senescence of life am I Sensing nothing earthly at this time My spirits instantaneous apprehension knows Shadowed by flora, contained by earth, I lay down Auras obstructed by man made Satin and teak, what do they mean Slowly rising, I sense light, aromas, and movement Invalid dogmas in retrospect, passing obliquely Obfuscating life as it was More light, I run before the wind This is future, I'm free