Enter

Floating in plasmic ecstasy’s embrace,

To benevolent host I stay tethered.

Contentment develops on my new face

With no pain endured, no hardships weathered.

I found paradise in this liquid dark,

So why does gravity now fight my form?

My vivid world seems suddenly so stark.

What vile force excavates me from my dorm?

There’s a blinding light, a machine’s mutters

As my skin is stung by the sterile cold.

But before I clench my fleshy shutters,

A piece of optimism I do mold:

When one life’s fire smolders to its demise,

A spark escapes so new flames may arise.