Death

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Your skin tingles with the feeling of the ground relinquishing you to the sun. Grass, weeds, and daisies slither across your arms, legs and genitals leaving soft kisses and green stains on your flesh.
    The sun is directly above you, its rays so dim that you can look directly into its yolk. With the dark blue sky protecting you, your consciousness is safe to spill like a saliva from a lover. Woods around are a black haze but you know that its inhabitants are friends of operational matter, kin of natural machinery, neighbors in beauty's network.
    The air is sweet on your tongue as the cool breeze blows the forest's aroma through you. Your hands sweat with tingles.
The sense data is so pleasurable and tangible that you are consumed by an urge to hold yourself with each hand on the opposite shoulder.
    The earth is a nectar inconceivably infinite where your proboscis can drink its fill.
You look up and see you. A colossal cosmos-walking titan with gold light emitting from every vein. The sun lowers behind your head and rays diffuse in every direction around it. The playfully cherubs of the forest, who had been hiding til this point, begin to sing their ethereal charms.
ALL IS LOVE.
ALL IS A DREAM.
    The cherubs take flight above the diverse species of tree, they play their harps, sing in full voice and falsetto in harmony.
ALL IS LOVE.
ALL IS A DREAM.
STRETCH AS A FAMILY, YOUR ARMS TO THE SKY.
    You stretch your arms to the sky.
You open your mouth and a sound grand and lively booms from your chest, a sound only akin to a whale within a seashell.
With no conception of danger in this world, you make for yourself and are greeted with a hand laid out as a platform.
Your inner self lifts you, you feel a wondrous soul reaching body heat and breath. Your heart beat is a drum so loud it would hurt your ears if there was any pain in this world.
You take yourself and in a desire to keep you eternal you devour your body and become one with the chronology of the Human, one with the vastness.  The stomach coddles you and there are stars all around.
All is one. The cherubs are still heard. You are digested as pure love just as the final remnants of your mind disappear, our skin tingles with the feeling of the ground relinquishing us to the sun.

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