The death of me sets me free. Free not to be. Death crept inside me, finding a place to sleep. I could not wake him, try as I may. I've forgotten you ; You are the key to all my illnesses : the old aches re-emerging, letting themselves be known.

My mind is lost ,forgotten and unhinged from its support - recognising its downfall . Supermind is dead !  Long live supermind ! I strip the metal casing off my mind. It now can go and play.