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The final frontier post consciousness
The final frontier – post consciousness as imagined by cogent, fervent, intelligent, lucent, occident, reticent, and uneminent nonestablishmentarian. The following disquisition initially describes emotions prior to experiencing corporeal death, yet unbeknownst to this skeptical atheist, his anticipatory anxiety stalwart like a soldier valiantly bidding adieu to Earthly terrestrial sphere, whence intractable denial of life after death found such premise turned upside down. Whence moment thine instant karma expired coterie of medical professionals henceforth determined thine body to be dead. This code blue bone chilling cold winter day (referring to date this poem originally written) appeared to indicate this wordsmith forever dormant, since no vital signs showed any response, though examination conducted comprised a rather cursory assessment. The next of kin bereaved the absence of life evidenced by last whispery dying and/or living breath, which found rigor mortis the indubitable signature of the grim reaper. Though visibly lifeless, thine aura entered miasma constituting a fifth dimension, which primed thine soul. Prudent outlook of mine crafted Netzero agnostic belief in hereafter (this from formative years bing steep pulled within Unitarian faith) immediately undermined via sprinting spirits of deceased. Within fingerhut gilt hula hoop ring (cosmic programmed Onstar mapquest force field) boarded avast progressive throng (i.e. amidst fluted mist throve ethereal, kindling spirits swirling in Plenti full Orbitz. No more evidence of that once longhaired pencil necked geek, who fostered nonestablishmentarian outlook among brother and sister beatniks, (whereby said generic dork happened to be one among many capitalone dishabille dressed Dharma bums. Perpetually preserved amidst an ethereal sphere, (whereby witches and warlocks guarded immaterial discernible willowy wisps), twas here, within which hallowed dead souls found, scythe lent death stillness, and an eternal asylum. Death warrant decreed left troubadour entombed, but ‘lo dance Clearwater Revival did BuzzFeed heft rejuvenation where ghost of this scrivener premature pronounced bereft of Linkedin to devilish witch mockery, who playfully heckled, mocked, and teased where lovely bones ceremoniously lowered into graveyard cleft.
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