I was dying, my rationale
for life, crumbling
Like a sad relic
I had no purpose, no
choices to make, vacuous
There was nothing left
The deprivation came, there
would be no changing
To affect my world
Just being, aware of my
person, self
Simplicity, self
Without volition, I was
hopelessly fettered
Helpless in bondage
Without sensation, Omnes nihil est, the void
The plane of limbo
With no memories, no connection
to my past
The dynamic act
The exchange of
movement, positive impression
Shaping forms and hues
Indistinct and empty, adrift
in thought, in hell
Without pain, only time
Enduring it, like falling
sand slipping through the
Hourglass, frictionless
I woke-up in shock, cold
light washing over me
I was terrified
Overjoyed, I was when
the doctor said to me
The cryonics worked
