Here It Comes For The Rest And The Blessed Poem by Daniel Richards

Here it comes for the rest and the blessed
To make the body free and the mindless messed
Physical disconnection a form where it’s from is free to roam
In this moment of the meantime
She’s dropping in and I’m floating up
Where’s she from and where we’re going?
Immersed in misty clouds and lit by starlight’s burst
Where’s she from and where we’re going?
Pioneering further to the cusp of the universe
She’s a skilled angel of reality surreal she seems to me,
But an angel all the same

Aloft above its love
Below its slow and rough
Windswept cosmos blowing the ends of an ends
Wrapped around me until I glow
No wanting but a need to leave
But it’s hard when it’s picturesque
Let me paddle on for a little longer
As disbelief I have suspend
Can I dream a dream and bring a mends
Acquire knowledge go back home and start a fresh