La petite mort (or the brief loss or weakening of of the waking state)

Numbness and shining singularity suspend

Floating weightless in the void

piercing, alight with rapture and ecstasy

Swept up in the sleeping god

Limbs, head, and meat sweetly wrapped up in the soft embrace of death

Then I wake up

Fast, inhale

Eyes wide and brow anointed with beads of sweat

Like pearls nestled in the mud and flora of the ocean floor

Heart sore and rapid, stopped now and again

I don't know where I am 

Or if I am

A tender hand holding the back of my head

And I see her face

She says

Hold tight

I'm keeping your head up

Keep breathing