I had a thought a burst of inspiration it whorled about my head singed the skin of my ears burned away the fringes of hair ---let loose about me face--- like ash flicked from the tip of a cigarette.
This thought multiplied as many do, but even more this grew taking up empty space, filling the heavens in my eyes consuming me with a fire unfelt before, unknown to be felt--before.
Like pure energy it fumbled crackling about the dry air, creating music's pure form. Twisting, contorting--grotesquely beautiful--its tantalized me ripping me with ethereal bare hands--until, my soul lay beating out a glow in response to this epiphany, in a hand that was not a traditional hand.
This body moved possessed of an inner passion as these eyes watched detached as my essence, received the violent creation in motion. I feared it would burst and spill, letting go past memories and that thing that will not come again, that nutrient that comes only once.
This body shook the limbs quivered and tightened in anticipation of a full soul ready to be received. And when that hand, which was yet not a hand inserted pressed, squashed, stuffed me back into myself my body felt light despite--this immense entity housed within my flesh of skin, blood and bone.
When all had become quiet outside I heard the music still, the monstrous song that enveloped my ears fully, captured my eyes inwardly until I fell backwards in a rapture locked in a battle I wished to lose.
This music slowly died and with it my tremors stilled until all that was left behind was but the tiny ****** of a thousand angelic bells hanging from the Bell-Trees of paradise's seventh node.