Dropping my masks,
Skin and flesh too,
And the skeleton.

I am now brain,
and heart,
and liver, and pancreas.

Everything inside so mechanical,
Every feeling a chemical,
As if what I am
Is a mathematical equation,

So I drop those too
My brain, my heart,
My liver, my pancreas.

I am now a floating consciousness,
Not dependent on any life functions,
Neither needing anything,
Nor influenced by everything,
Just pure floating consciousness.

I wonder what would it feel like,
Would it feel like nothing,
Or would it feel like everything,
Or are nothing and everything the same thing.


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Poetry © Copyright 2020, Niharika Jaiswal