going home

I've seen home
I've been to the edge
when we escape through the holes in the top of our skulls
we'll rise together like a double helix
entwined in our spirit bodies
we are snakes becoming ghosts
we escape this life as we breathe our last
not even conscious at the moment
then suddenly awakened from the dream of life
and death
on the other side
back home
where it all began
we find our place in the darkness
curl up and sleep forever dreamless
just warmth like the womb of our mother
without thought
without body
without symmetry
we blend as if in an orgy
with everything else
and all flow over the edge of the waterfall
leaving existence behind