I will wake in another place.
There will be no floor, or ceiling.
I will feel unchanged
And expect no entrance exam.
The space I occupy has no boundaries
It strikes me that I am not here,
At least the “me” that requires physical space.
I smile deciding that it is the “minds I”
That is the sole source and recipient
Of my monologue.
I will stay here.
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