I dreamed serene
Granite hands held
Tears in eyes
Of passing time
Midway in a vision
Upon a carpet ride
Everything fluid
Sublime.
In the front row
Of a cinema
Giant screen
Rushing thoughts
My life made
Into a movie
Good and bad
Combined.
Then I realised
I was dying
A hospital ceiling
Replaced the screen
Mortality a structure
In collapse
I dreamed
I seemed.
To drift into
Hibernation
Frozen solid
In a frame
No Gods
No angelic figures
No voices
No more pain.