Heavy Beds, Bodies of Stone (Poem)

Devoid of sensation
no feeling, no creation,
A bird perched on stretched wings
there was no explanation.
and unbidden by strange dreams
toward lands of consecration
unbidden by forgotten beams
the holy light rescinds,
bird alight, not too bright,
dull, duller, no brightened dins.

Heavy beds, bodies of stone
to stand, oh joy! I cannot go
and will no more, it is thrown
to depths of dullness to and fro
I go I go, not but down.
Awake... Awake? Slumbering soul!
to go, to go, I dare not drown
oh but me a bumbling fool
stoned hands, no tone,
and giggling eyes but drool
my mouth agape, not my own.

And me, a man, on beds of stone.
Is this my grave, can I control?
Heavy bodies all alone,
we must go on to find the crown.
To go, to go, I am not full.
Me, oh me, no more frown.