Thud and the Oneness

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It's so quiet now, so beautiful. There is no fear
because I already know that I have died and
done so many times before. Sometimes it begins
with the escape of a great bellowing moan,
liberated by a feeling which wells up in the
center of my torso and grows until it can only
be compared with a great ram or tree trunk
striking me in-between the chest and abdomen,
just once, momentary, but lasting an eternity
in the mind. Often my eyes begin to roll back
and my body reels. Transfixed with fractal visions,
my body keels over in revulsion and I begin to vomit.
I grit my teeth and emit strange inhumane sounds.
Pleas of mercy and lullabies of ecstasy wail soulfully
from my foaming mouth. And somewhere in the
heavens my body groans and flails itself in involuntary
convulsions of ecstasy and fear, forming great spiral
galaxies and clusters in the sky, moving so fast... yet
so slowly that if not for an eternity of devices
conceived to measure and dissect, they would appear
not to move at all. This is the great joy of man and
this is his eternal sorrow. Let go of fire and fury and
allow time to slow until it becomes just one solitary
thud. It's so quiet now, so beautiful. There is no
fear because I already know that I have died and
done so many times before. Sometimes it begins
with a searing fire, as if all the blood in the body has
transformed itself into molten lead, melting the veins
and eventually escaping through the eyes. Molten fire
which spreads exponential decay in some chain
chemical reaction, replaced with the inevitable release
of the body. Shed a single tear and leave it behind.
Let go of fire and fury and allow time to slow until it
becomes just one solitary thud.