I took myself down a dark road,
I strode into the desolate cave at its end,
I found, deep within, a still, cold pool.
I sank below the surface of the subconscious,
Past the primordial muck of this life,
I dreamt of nothing.
Devoid of even the concept of darkness,
I did not reach out to it,
Because I did not exist,
For that tiny eternity,
I felt nothing.