One minute before dying

During the 11th hour
your need for sleep will cease
Food and sex,
other luxuries
will be trite - You'll forget
why he left or why you cried
You will be like arctic
cold - It will seem you may never get warm
It is the time of the below
Earthworms will line up
outside your door
During the 11th hour
a hum will intoxicate
Oxygen
and anesthesia will be source
of being
You will not care who you hurt
or if you are hurting
Here there is only lull
like the sleepy
baby fighting to survive
in a strange and
misinterpreted land