Where are you if you are dead?
You are no where but in your head.
A blank,
A void,
A space,
A nothingness you've created.
This bubble of thought,
Trapped you are,
Everything but nothing at once.
Sound,
Time,
Direction,
Sensation,
Not a thing but an object of your imagination.
You figure of stars,
Things so vast and wide,
You can't hold them in your mind.

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