The Reconstructed

As you drift off, you will finally lose that weight, you’ve been telling yourself you should do something about.

you will forget the trauma and the triumph

the lull you feel is a silent lullaby rocking you once, into slumber

Your breathing corpse maintains its complexion

you will stay beautiful in your absence

you might even hear someone say it, but you will scarcely know it, remember it, emote from it.

you will be loved adequately in your state

although, you might have the passing impression of your death.

you’ll find that you are only entering advanced rest

and for some moments a realm of limitless possibilities

you’ll see Narnia, galaxies converging, mystical fairy lands, and creations magnum opus

and I’d go on if I was not now bereft of sensation.