Existentialist Dreaming

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