The glass eye

Nearly finished 
Book two pages from the end
One down many to go
Fill them up with blood and sink them in a ship of desire
Taste my eternal member
Drink deep 
Suck hard and feel the pressure
No gagging.

I struggle with the intruder stabbing him quickly with his own knife
Fool
I delve deep and see sad eyes peering back
So what
One more stroke and the light goes.
He is me and we are God.
One and all.
No death only the illusion of a bodily death for an illusionary I
We the individual is a lie

Grab this knowledge tight
Not with the self but with your awareness
Coming from beyond the grave
Beyond the womb
Here is this truth I speak off.
All around if only we could see
The walls of our prison is our individuality 
The self we call I
Along with its mates, the mind and thought.
Keep us in thrall.
Watch them and do not react.
No I
No past, present or future.

An eyeglass rolls of the wooden table and hits the floor
It does not break but lies there gazing back at me
Pick my up sucker
A blink and a piece of pie float from the orb into my gaping mouth
Apple
Lovely 
Cup of Charlie please and lo and behold here it comes
Not too hot or cold, just right
I bend over and pick up the orb and am immediately sucked through the pupil
Into a world of nether gatherings
Children flocking around a human flower.
Petals made of the heads of old people laughing and joking with the children.
Where am I?