Does your soul sleep the deep sleep, now -- spared the long immobile lingering? Your earthly presence awaits, nature clinging to nature. But as if Anesthesia invites Morpheic chemicals into you and Your soul sleeps the dreamless sleep: Nothing Limbo Non-existent Time passed unknowingly, non-experience Unknowingly, vistors come and go, doctors and nurses tend you, priests and deacons pray. Then the climb to consciousness, Morpheus fleeing, your earthly presence fading into nature and You wake in a new room of recovery.
©2010, John A. Mills