I felt a funeral/It was not death

That fantastic reading of "I felt a funeral" where the last "then--" sounds like the start to a new sentence that remains unfinished really inspired me this week. The last stanza of that poem gives me an Alice-in-Wonderland-like sense of falling, and as I read "It was not death, for I stood up," it almost sounded like a continuation of that journey. You are falling, "hit[ting] a World at every plunge," then reach the bottom, wonder what the hell just happened, and reason that you aren't dead, because you can still move your limbs ("It was not death, for I stood up"). The second poem becomes a confused person's assessment of reality after the trippy, in-your-head "I felt a funeral."

Anyway, I recorded myself reading them like it's one giant poem, and it was really fun! Here's the recording if you want to listen (it had to be a video on Youtube because I couldn't upload an audio file, but it's just a black screen).