Were I Dust

Light the candle as a vestige;

Practices of the past,

Then I’ll turn the water,

Turn the dial,

Pull the track.

Naked, the way I came, alone,

I’ll step into the tub,

Drops across my shoulders,

In my hair,

Off my thumbs.

The air growing humid and thick

Flows in my lungs ‘til full,

Covering the mirror,

White as fog,

Soft and dull.

The cold will press against me then

As I lay myself down,

Erasing memory,

Slowly fade,

Not a sound.

While lying there with beading drips

I’ll push it out from life;

The somber thoughts of pasts,

The ego,

Ev’ry strife.

And bit by bit she’ll take me down,

Like seas upon the sands,

I will be eroded,

Gone away,

Just as planned.


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