man out of place

I find myself in a strange situation.   
I am dead yet my body does not know it. 
Looking at the world about me I no longer recognize….
What should be familiar is strange and unknowable.
There was a time when I would have relished
the strangeness and foreignness of this lifes situation….
I actually find it unnerving.
It seems that any foundation or rootedness 
that would have grounded me during such times
has been swept away…
so completely and with a sense of finality 
that even when I go to familiar places or spaces,
I do not recognize them.  I see familiar faces and hear familiar voices 
but they only seem to be echoes of a past long gone. 
I may as well be a foreigner in a strange land.
Nothing matters as I am no longer connected… 
I am truly a man 
out of place
in space and time…
not knowing how it happened
or how to change it.
Should it be changed? 
I suppose time will tell.
What will the future hold? 
What will I look like
in the end? 
What will the world look like
in the end?
Our humanity will be changed,
but will it be for the better
in the end? 
Will we look back as through a glass darkly
and say “Who was that?”
In the end.
My life has become abstracted beyond recognition…
I put one foot in front of the other….