I Can Feel The Distant Warmth

I am close to being vacuumed into the horizon
The distant warmth radiates across my shoulder blades
When I close my eyes I oscillate into gentle warmth
I spiral up
I am on top of the earth
There is no anchor
There is only the helium of the after life

I am almost baked
I've been checked with the tooth pick probe
I'm in the adjudication of the transition
I'm almost at the reconstitution
My cells are disconfigured
The sun is breathing me up
This is where I'm at

I've lived my life long
I have adjudicated between right and wrong
There has been a commingling of good and bad
I am satiated and full
I live at the edge of satiation and indigestion
The key is balance
I've had just enough I don't need more