Is this what death is?
I do not move;
I do not stand;
I can not see;
Nor hear, nor taste.
There is only physical sensation.

There is no color,
Not even black or white;
Just space, but maybe not.
What vastness could there be,
In reality or fantasy?
So this place must not exist.

But what was that?
The bump upon my leg.
Could it be another life?
Or is it just simply a touch?
Is anything else alive here?
Can I prove that I am?

What if I am just
Another sensation in the sea ?
Brushing against other "feels”
What if I am just a wind,
A feeling upon a larger thing?
Just a random impulse on some plane.

Can I prove that I am?
What if I am not?
Does it matter at all?
Touch is all there is.
Should I ponder upon these?
Or should I just blend in?