Dancing with the angels
Whirling around in space
Taking so much comfort from
Each serene unfeatured face,
Spinning like a Dervish,
Grasping the chance
To evolve and develop this
Ever more complex dance.
Higher and higher
Floating away from it all
Until the tether tightens
And I begin to fall,
Leaving behind the heavens,
Falling back instead
Into the sterile environment
Of my equipment festooned bed.
The machine clacks and ticks
Supporting what used to be me:
Please please turn it off
Please just set me free.
The angels are still waiting
And I know now in advance
The awaiting joys and delights
Of the angels when they dance
