Visons Pt4-Alpha (Visions Eternal) Poem by P.R. Prosper

Here I find myself arrived
I can’t be dead or alive
Not much to see or to hear
One breath is one thousand years
Memories have long since past
Of where I set my soul’s heart last
Faded prints and no sequel
I’m outside good and evil

Something off in the distance
Pulls me against my wishes
So slow I don’t seem to go
Anywhere fast but I know
And I have a strange sensation
Of a mortal’s contemplation
I feel myself getting light
And everything is so very bright