yet another possible path toward non-transcendence

as

the

tiger's

claw gouges

my skin till a gash

glistens red from wrist to elbow

then another along length of femur the panic

passes pain subsides ... then all goes briefly blank ... then I rise
through memories and past skies

till a voice cries turn back fast toward the last reflected light you might see
which from the brilliance of this endless
narrowing tunnel
looks golden