Know Not Of

Just for fun, what if Hamlet
Was right? Sleep’s then a preview
And a warning about death,

Not the going away part
But the unpredictable
Hallucinations after.

If material dreaming
Is too weird to understand,
How weird might death’s dreaming get?

Stranger than any heaven
Or hell embodied thoughts guess.
Who actually imagines

The exact dreams that they get?
Not even lucid dreamers
Stay always in their saddles

When things really start jumping
At the nightmare rodeo.
And without a brain, without

A body with memories
To constrain and interpret
The emotional parade,

Well. Should supernatural
Awareness of any kind
Be remotely possible,

Each one of you could be in
For what you can never guess.
So you live. Show some respect.