First a murmur
Then a flutter
Then like an eagle taking wings, a majestic flap
The world wanes thin and the lights of stars kiss your face
Then a gush of hot air that takes you even to the moon
A blessed flight, a sacred high
Then a slight drop
Then the fateful plummet
The moon forsakes you
The stars bite at your heels
The world spins dizzily, jowls agape to receive your soul
Eagle to millstone, wings to chains
Mutter to anguish
Flutter to scream
Cacophony of symphonies
Discord of overtures
Dissonance of sonatas
A great sound of thunder and slamming doors
Then silence
Then an abundance of nothing
Then spread-eagled and slayed on the rocks
Then split at the seams
Then opened like a book
Then read
Then broken
Then bruised
Then shattered
Then torn
Then empty
Then everything
Then nothing
Then blood
Then silence
Then noise
Then hot
Then cold
Then eternal
Then finite
Then used
Then spent
Then in unison
Then complete
Then dead
Then a murmur
This is a real plunge. Striking imagery that uplifts, then assaults and batters the emotions.