I feel out of my body
yet again,
watching myself leave myself,
a thin wisp of a ghost trail
holding my shape.

Only sound and light
plunge me back
to this body.

If I sit in darkness,
I fall into this oblivion,
this abyss,
where I think I can see space
through the plastic glow and the dark
stars above my bed frame.

(It is a place I welcome warmly).