intimations of mortality come at strange times
like today sitting on the toilet
remembering, yet again, that one day
this body will be a husk
where will my mind be

i hope that there will be time for reflection
wish that I will get to see people's reactions
be a ghost for a while
would an eternity of hell be
preferable to oblivion

because that is what i expect
a light switch turned off
boom and my mind is gone
no cells to trace itself on
nothing that can have regrets.