anti-physical entity

I feel the bones about, around me of mine and other people
Scrambled, thrown out of order, bound, combined before they
Like the flesh on me begin, start to disappear.

I feel a magnet pull, in the form of an oppressing
Yet strangely comforting heat and find something
Something is trying to cuckold me over…
Over to a new way of existence…

I do not appear to any longer possess
What one, what you might call a body
I see a still shot of a gateway and the lock down back allies
Empty behind it…not a trace of physical life…

The shot sinks to the depths of the earth
Almost fireflies lit beneath and what should I see
No...it is far more accurate to deem, declare call this
Some sort of feeling…

A consciousness lies with the worm corridor
Ending in that poor lit mole hole…
The consciousness of what was once
Part of something encasing such a thing…
Now it resides in a gap, pocket of the earth
As an anti-physical entity….

And I feel that there may be many more
Where that came from…
Perhaps I am being pulled down, through to this
Very pocket…co-inhabiting with this Earth encased
Consciousness as one myself…

A funnel appears to stand between tall and short
Above ground and a capsule passed through the thin tunnel
Grinding into dust…absorbed…assumedly as nourishment
For the deep down under, reclusive minds…