IT IS FINISHED

  

My space suit is my space ship

disconnected independent of all

I gestate

              in the womb of infinite space

surrounded by innumerable stars

of which I am the brightest celebrity

I float

          connecting the twinkling dots

with abstract strands of alienated thought

encasing me in technology

I am eternally being born

I am eternally gestating

everything has been provided for me

no need

             to see hear taste touch smell

no need to think or feel

it has all been done for me     

it is finished

perfectly and completely controlled

I have achieved Selfhood at last

this is what I wanted all along

this is what I was destined for

this is what I Am