A searing, thirsty, tattered wreck
Staggering, through the abyss.
Respite from this suffering:
A hope I once dismissed.
On a quest for preservation
To escape my own negation,
I'll employ a novel strategy
And plunge into insanity.
Bubbles ripple overhead,
Temperature starts to cool.
The purest water fills my mouth
In this divine pool.
We have an intellectual reach that
No mere bodies can contain.
With a leap beyond ancestral bonds
Only fragments will remain.
Mind now a part of the
Experience machine;
A sensory extension
Beyond all previous comprehension.
Bubbles ripple overhead,
Temperature starts to cool.
The purest water fills my mouth
In this divine pool.
I slip into insanity.
In time I'll shed this skin
A golden age is beckoning.
Once reborn, mind alive,
Embrace this future to survive.
The gentle pull of the tide,
Its sublime ebb and flow,
The soothing spray of stars
Leads me where I must go.
Face down on a distant secluded shore,
Death only a memory.
Insanity: My sanctuary;
Our sanctuary.
Through an ever-changing oceanic
Flow of information
I'll free myself from the
Confines of this fleshy prison.
Memory assimilation.
Thought-process integration.
Self-concept reformation.
Vestigial disintegration.
Bubbles ripple overhead,
Temperature starts to cool.
The purest water fills my mouth
In this divine pool.
Technological unification
Initiates this new awakening.
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