Castle wall lifting thought beam

Crystal lattice-work cathedral domes with pointed light in the middle, these choir voices calling for me to leave this tissue cadaver and fly to otherwhere.
O! weighted corpse that imprisons this angel-wing while voices cry “Come! Be! Not with! No place! This place! This nothing!”
Swirling diamond eaten-spun-sugar castle walls and movement that cries for home beyond. So many cells, so many voices. Lights and sucking tendrils of life-line and disappearing hypnosis
Another road ahead, and another time to journey
Here I come!