I am a lifelong skeptic, nay, cynic, when it comes to Eastern medicine and healing practices.  I plead my upbringing; I was birthed and raised by a pair of rigidly positivist western science practitioners.  Neither was a 'traditional' science doer; my father was a science journalist, and my mother was a psychiatrist (and yes, before you ask, that's the one with the M.D.).  I spent the vast majority of my life to date comfortable with the set of options that Western, U.S.-culture-centric offered me.  I was and am so stubborn that the biggest threat to my life and well-being over many decades was eventually remediated by a very hard science Western medical remedy - but one I had been too stubborn to try for over a decade by the time I did it, because I thought it meant admitting to a character failure.

Yeah.

So anyway, I got better.  I found my life.  I moved forward.  I got married.  Things were great.

Then

We were meeting for lunch at the Maplewood Mall
noon you said
and don’t be late like you usually are
but I had forgotten to set the alarm
and my clothes were wrinkled
my hair was a fright
couldn’t find my car keys to save my life
they finally turned up in the vegetable drawer
I put on some lipstick and opened the door
and Monitor lizards were in the front yard
Komodo dragons wherever I looked
and one waddled up as Komodos will do
I gave him

TL;DR

Just an idea/theory.

Brain death unfolds unevenly, with oxygen deprivation affecting neurons variably based on their proximity to capillaries, leading to a staggered cellular shutdown. As cells die, they release a surge of neurotransmitters from vacuoles, potentially triggering a chaotic replay of encoded memories across the neural network. The Default Mode Network (DMN) may hyperactivate during this process, fostering intense self-reflection and a timeless summation of one's life