I enter one of the gates of pearl
                               that does veil
the emperean corridors,
I have assumed immortal
form;
and now unburdened
by physical wars,
I say adieu
to
the womb of time

I am reborn.     I am anon.

In this lofty state
            I can ride bestride
an air
of pure energy.

All is good.     No, all is great!

Or have I merely slipped
into my very
own reverie?