Insufficiently dead to lack awareness,
Survivor of accident, epiphany,
And enlightenment, the watcher floats, alert
In every sensible dimension, unhurt
And oblivious to possibility
Of pain. This is the condition, past serene,
Devoutly to be wished, not the other one,
Unmoored among nightmares, silent in the grave.
Give the complicated human hybrid this
Blessedness neither body nor mind, bless this.