I repeat, this is not a test.
It is nine minutes before midnight
as the crimson fire line slices the sky
and the net awareness of a limitless
potential in everything that exists in
all possible realms descends into and
through me, each in contingent form.
A process borne of all relevant meaning,
I relish the pleasure of one hundred
orgasms, gain the knowledge entire
of every universe, and experience the
tenderness of a singular perfect mother,
intuitively bestowing what I have lacked
but never found, needed yet given away.
As forever slides into eternal blackness
I smile at the last, brief moment of
grounded awareness, never knowing
if what fell to my cheek was my single
tear, or if it was one belonging to you.