Levitate
Are we all awaiting?
Are we all but existing?
Separate the heavens
Freely from the underground
And in this undertaking
The body discontinues moving
Hands that once were shaking
Fall neatly by their sides
Cleansed body, death's formation
Brings forth this levitation
Absent body, now hanging
Where death has knocked before
In air there is no capture
No suit to hold an owner
No noose, just mind
And no intention to descend
A shovel digs a hole
In the earth remaining souls
Of those who wait in this limbo
For an afterlife
Raise me up