Sealing off my senses;
Boarding up the shutters of my eyes,
Blocking off my ears
And stuffing my mouth with plaster.
My outer-self is shut down.
My inner-self ambles on.
Day-to-day experiences recall themselves to me
Across the screen of my darkened eyes.
The time for hibernation has come.
I have to still my pumping heart,
Drain my expanding lungs
And freeze the blood in my veins.
I will retain my mind for company,
Until the time comes when I will pass from this life to the next.
It will be then that my mind blanks out
And my soul takes over.
It will ease itself over into the next world
With freedom lifting it to great heights
And the joy of that freedom propelling it on…
Until it settles and remains dormant till next hibernation.