I somehow took a transcendental leap
Then waked enough to know that I’d gone Home
And made a note for now to write this poem.
Regrettably, that vision has all fled,
Except for thinking that I then was dead,
Which seemed to be a most delightful state,
Far more than I could grasp to contemplate.
The upshot was a surge of confidence
That when at last it’s our turn to go hence,
We’ll find indeed a paradise of bliss
Beyond discovering in a world like this,
Although improving what we now find here
Is an imperative that’s surely clear.