Lucid do I stand here now.
Standing with a permanent frown.
Careful making that face she’d say.
“It might stay that way!”
But I do not feel my body now.
I hover above looking down.
I see this fool grimace in pain.
Again and again and again and again.
Here above we feel nothing.
Here above we are nothing.
And like a thought we disappear.
Only to be born again, in a tear.