Final Moments

in bed, alone
not asleep
or awake–
conscious,
but of nothing
dark enough to get lost
numb enough to forget
your position
which way you face
you can’t feel the pillow
the sheets
or yourself
anymore
the sounds and smells
fade
and
you’re

f l
      o a t
                i n g

in the impalpable blackness of night
in an ethereal bedwomb
in a blanket purgatory

in
to
dreams, alone

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