Chain linked halos

I saw a silver string of souls linked like chain
a thousand halos in a silo,
sever and go fleeting into the vague cosmos.
Does my falling future have a safety net?
One foot from rock bottom,
Two shadows short of darkness and my heart is getting hallow.
I live on the left side of right,
between the stars and the Earth
I’ve been allowed to rise from the grounds of the fallen cuz God is such a flirt.
She likes to play with me
I’m a toy on a silver string,
chain linked to the farthest reaches of out and in.
What quarrels lie dormant when you realize our heavenly father is actually a mother?
Call her misses omnipotent
She has no questions,
I wonder which crab bucket I was left in?
I have a pocket full of pleasures but reality is a cage
luckily limbo is a friend from that prison,
chain link, chain gang, chain wrapped around a prism.
Too bad for fate,
its bones were rendered meatless
can’t get serious with irony because it’s so facetious.
We are all live stock following the herd
through the desert tundra of this rapture,
only silent cyborgs play like they aint captured.

Check this out. I'm from Old Crow, which is way, way, way up north. I live in a two bedroom house that should actually be a one bedroom. In the morning I wake up, think about eating breakfast for a once, and after a minute of contemplation I decide that I don't have the time, this capitalist system has made me obsessed with time just like all the other greed hogs in developed counties. I then go outside and saw up my wood by hand, with what crowbies call - a Swede saw. It's broken now, I think it was the -45 degree weather, or maybe it was all fifteen inches of my flawlessly developed biceps. After a cigarette, a coffee and a refreshing yell at my dog, I walk to work. Sometimes I surprise my boss by showing up on time. After work I check on my grandpa. I chop wood, pile it and fix his fire. After grandpa's I go home and saw somemore wood with the Swede saw, chop, pile, fix the fire, clean up a bit, cook and eat. I then have some time to do......... well nothing I guess, but it's a good kind of nothing, the kind of nothing that makes you realize why we go through all of this struggle. I'll let you come up with your own reasons. Peace.