The Galleries Of Time

My life opens out 
  Into a deep and glowing silence. 
  I break through the wraths of light, 
  One after the other, forever faster. 

  Now the silence wraps me in its material heat, 
  Thicker and thicker, warmer and warmer, 
  As I melt into the eternal. 

  Everything accelerates. 
  Everything becomes lighter. 
  Everything finishes. 
  I am no more. 

  Everything brings me back to who I am. 
  I have everything to do. 
  I feel.  I see.  I touch. 
  I hate myself. 

  My inner being stands up in front of me. 
  It stares at me.  It's me.  I stare at it. 
  I look myself staring at myself.