IT IS FINISHED

My space suit is my space ship
disconnected independent of all
I gestate
            in the womb of infinite apace
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