Which rises first in a resurrection,
one's body, or spirit?

Does one's lung first drink of sun-warmed air,
or is one's soul bathed in ineffable glory?

Will one's arms break the earthen veil,
or will the mind shake off eternity's chains?

Can one live without the other?
Can one be resurrected in soul,
but not flesh?

Yes!

Yes.

But for a brief and bitter span only.

No, it's not poetry, because I don't do poetry. It's more an attempt to capture how I feel, or a part of that gestalt. If you find it lyrical or magical, all the power to you.

Me, it's an attempt to play with words, to mix them in a different form, an alien format. Normally, I write great big grey blocks of text. I wanted something aetheral.