eternal orgasmic nebula

I thought I was dying the other night

I felt so odd, like my body was definitely coming apart

Part of it was drifting off, up towards the Vladimir Kush painting

The one with the priest-like guy looking out the huge carved doors

you are not really sure if he is inside looking out or outside looking in

Because he’s standing at the end of a hallway made of palm trees

But there is a moon on the other side of the door

Maybe he is inside of outside

or maybe he is just inside out

The other part of me was feeling sodden, stuck to the bed

Pondering in that moment what death would be like

Actually, feeling quite euphoric

When we take our last breath what happens?

Is there some sort of ethereal material that leaves us?

Does it exit to join a giant, pulsing, nebula out in the universe?

As I’m thinking this, I am feeling an ecstatic release coursing through me

This feels good, really good

Maybe that universal nebula is the super charged energy of all civilizations

All caught up in one continual, colossal orgasmic release for all eternity

I can get down with that