Death's Dinghy

There Might Have Been A Glimmer At The End Of The Tunnel
 
Yet The Vermin In The Dark , Glistened , Permeated With  
 
Light Like A Painting By Vermeer , As I Sought Enlightenment  
 
Before Age Overtook Me And I Was Merely The Embodiment
 
Of Dreams Of Some Sandman In The Deep Sleep Of The Dead ,
 
As My Form Was The Food Of Varied Color Vultures And Very
 
Loquacious Ravens Riveted On Recycling My Reclining Corpse ,
 
Face Upturned To The Twilight Of My Soul , Vortices Of Moths
 
And Fireflies , Dancing Like Fairy Lanterns , Before Dissipating  
 
Into Whorls Of Winds , Mourning Breezes , Bidding Me Adieu ,
 
Before Betting On My Return ;
 
And On The Dinghy Of Death I Was Transported Across An Abyss
 
Riding The Backbone Of The River Of Night As The Astral Current
 
Carried Me Into The Unexplored Recesses Of My Divine Mind ,
 
Now Turned Inside Out , Implicate Imagery Become Explicate  
 
As My Inner Universe Spiraled Into Unfoldment And I Was Self ,
 
Though Not My Self , Yet More...