There was not much to contemplate
he began to ruminate,
here at the end of his life.

He had thought these last moments
would be grasping at threads;
his mind, desperate to live on,
flooding him with thoughts,
that must be thought
before the final curtain drops.

And yet his mind was blank,
left only to think
about the irony
of that blankness
filling itself with self-awareness.