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I did not see a light at the end

of a tunnel. I did not see any-

thing that I can remember.

No sky. No clouds. No angels.

No heaven. No darkness.

I would describe my soul’s spiritual journey,

but I don’t remember …anything.

Those weeks my body

lay silent, immobile, unconscious

in a hospital bed

my thoughts weren’t debating

the Angel of Death

on the benefits of buckling up

for safety.

I don’t remember.

Time was measured

by the rhythmic beeps

of my heart monitor — sounding

echoes of inevitable change.

Unconscious, immobile and silent

I was without me.

I remember nothing.

Nothing

changed my life forever.