At first, it is dark in the stasis chamber. So dark that you wander through memories like black-and-white photos, but only the black appears, negative, but no positive space.
ganglia reach out
their tendrilled arms
After a few hours, or perhaps it is only moments, as time moves differently in stasis, the brain and mind adjust. Vivid colors begin to seep within your dreams.
the way starlight
turns our flesh golden
Then, sound. . .The murmur of voices guiding you toward a doorway. Just a few more steps. . .a few more steps. . .
how the cadenza
goes on and on
(Author's Note: This haibun appeared in an issue of scifaikuest)