Ghost Diaspora

breath 				as astral projection
          center 		        outward
everything that lives	 travels 			without direction 
          only hunger leading 		the dead 
even without hunger		seeking
 
remnant as verb		what remains as purpose
 
consider the single cell		without god-complex or 
          religion		without bone 
more to life 	than erection		still 
          we build
 
monuments in our own	image 		sky scrape						
tower		temple 		ruin
 
finally 		prayer
 
last gasp	 last
          endeavor	to decipher heaven
 
outside the body
 
not all who wander are		but the dead
          at least
                                        no longer bleeding