Part the second

2:4
after my body has folded its limbs light light lithely to become that which it is, a feather, when there is lucidity i imagine myself in my brain a globe of consciousness travelling down i imagine myself in my spine a point of consciousness visions of trains in great circular tubes climbing into the skies from the dark earthy texture of further on down in the dim nether ochrey brown and the trains change into green snakes boa constricture and small wriggly ones which swim into regions of new brighter texture into the realms of water [4]
flashing lights in front of my eyes (not ordinary flashes) distinct very bright points lasting a second make a characteristic soundless sound as they pop