Cryogenics

 There are many doors

at the end of life

from which one must be chosen -

To lay beneath

to burn atop

or simply just be frozen -

Well adventurous me

chose door number three

with good-byes to Monty and Mom -

and life for me

that is, what you see

has been peaceful, cool and calm -

I cannot see

so I don't look,

Can't hear

so I don't listen -

I simply think I'm in the pink

with an icy kind of glisten -

and for those of you

I left behind,

I say without a doubt

every time you close the door

the light - it does go out.

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