There is no thought, there is no touch.
All that IS, seems only a red darkness prevails.
A dreamy floating of eternal peace.
Time has no meaning, immeasurable,
only the floating continues.
The pulsating thrum of Ka Boom, Ka Boom is known,
comforting in this world of suspended darkness of fluidity.
All is waiting, waiting, waiting.
The presence of sudden waves disturb the calm,
which become absorbed and assimilated within.
Ka Boom is racing, everything speeds up,
where there was peace there is now a malestrom.
A squeezing, a grabbing, a pushing, a silent scream, the pain.
Everything hurts, absolutely everything,
All is rushing, rushing, rushing.
All is crushed to the limit, the darkness is erupting,
all is white, blinding, gasping, unknowing.
The chan6e of something.
The first taste of fear.
The awareness of everything.
The moment of I AM.