Ambulant Corpse

Maurann Stein

Nous sommes taus la pègre…

Stumbling in darkness.
That dusk of Chaos.
Incandescent matter.
A wraith of flesh.
Overly self-aware.
Magically diseased.
Not entirely alive.
Lost to the mundane.
Awake to sensation.
Alchemically arcane.
Occasionally insane.
Lost in translation.
Never wholly anywhere.
Floating in ether.
Not here. Not there.
Looking for light.
Checking off boxes.
Making the payments.
Visiting earth.
Filling up space.
Beyond the why.
Awaiting instructions.
Caught in the game.
Stalking reality.
Struggling to sleep.
Mingling waters.
Muddy streams.
Ruined windmills.
Fading dreams.
Hushed perceptions.
Scraps of maps.
Leaving to stay.
Exploring Hell.
Losing the way.
Feeding on pain.
The same bland meal.
Each vanished hour.
Every same day.