Dead

A short while
I deliberated, watched
the ubiquitous turning
water I was soon to
know.  I enjoyed
my hesitation then
took the decision:
stepped.

You can dredge
these depths but I
am hidden now.
I sleep silent and
deeply still.  This cold
place is compressed by
weight, in it I am made
minute.

The space down here
for breathing is tight
and sore
they make you work
for your life -
God lives in these
microbes and these heights
are now my home: there

is no door -
no way past the dark.
No rising song.
No light.
No coming home.
It has been an endless 
voyage learning
how to relate

to infinity.
I know now from where
the darkness comes.
Leave me alone to taste
the water on my tongue,
to eat the salt and digest
myself clean, to be
renewed, reborn, redeemed.

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