Pheel ran/burst through a chamber that – an illusion, he was sucked, his whole-body contacted against the cartilage ridges of the inner suck that was the major organ zone of the archetypal body of the Duke of Agreeing to Want, the Prince of Lies the Same Colour as his Own Face: he was merely a suck now:

A great wanting inverted worm, that pulled him inward; Pheel's body flat prone against the walls of the digestion system of his own fantasies. Being consumed. Being inward consumed, being inward consumed by him. Pulled forever-inward - toward, toward, toward the source of the thing he'd dreamed, his own dreams; his own mind unable to cooperate/soul plunged deeper in gravity, weight, inside him - inside his brain-body/inside...

There was an instant change/interruption, entering, of a weight filling his brain; it filled his organs: pushed inside the worm, buckling under the weight of him; pushing him down, pushing down and inward till the suck increased, the suck against his lips, his face, his organs, inside him, the weight in his brain an inner suck: an outer in transformed weight than pushed him down and in in a weight of -

He was going to die.

Pheel felt the weight of death enter him. Pushing his limbs down and in, inside the worm, itself, the worm that enveloped him; sucking him into itself, further inside, closer to its own internal system of digestion.

Towards the acid chambers Pheel went. Unable to move, unable to think his way out of – unable to - verbalised, words had gone. What was played through him was – it was the weight of death. It pushed him in. Via his head it had entered, his brain, via his organs, that - pushed - inside his body corresponding now to the worm, no longer to him - pushed in and down under the same weight of death than pushed him towards the organs that would digest him.

A wounded mouth pulled him in. The weight in his brain, the death inside his organs - form of gravity - the terrible inward pull into that final nothing. This confronted him.

This had been transformed, had been all along: a wounded mouth, wet and lapping - at him; its tongue around his face and orifices; its wet probing angled organic darting/darting at him his eyes and face bathed, lips and wrinkles tickled in it - his naked dick body; he was naked, surrounded by the terrible licking down, and pushed down, and pushed down into the belly of the worm that crushed him into a nothing that he burst through -

he burst through the weight of the sack organ - the final centre of the worm, organs gravity, ate him, pulled/through and he burst - Pheel burst/burst an inner chamber running/he was running, an illusion, the lapping tongue inside him, the weight in his brain inside his hands inside his lips/the lapping, lapping his lips up, face up, face so they'd –

burst,

and he fell, and no contact, and nothing on his skin and flesh; just the air he fell through, and the mass of liquid that hit. him. and the smack against his body

- hit the flat surface of the river of blood, and then was submerged in it.