Poetic Silhouettes

No conversations,

just contemplating

my disconnect.

My uncommon conscious constantly

leaves my flesh,

Searching the meta-physical, and 

trusting my visual less.

Faith is found between syllables,

blessed with every breath.

Eyes to the sky with no fear of death,

just taking steps,

Contradicted, no contest.

Opposition, I accept.

Searching for divinity in similes 

framed with poetic silhouettes,

stimulating aesthetic introspect.

Linear thoughts lay to rest.

I disconnect, 

then project.

Cause

and

effect.

No conversations,

just contemplating

my uncommon conscious

leaving my flesh.