transfiguration

you will take me to the seaside.

and there...

you will have prepared

a shallow grave for me

dug deep into the sand.

lead me to it and lay me down...

and there...

you will put my former self to rest...

handful by handful... you will cover me... 

quiet me...

a loving murder of an outworn shell.

and there...

the tide comes...

i shall be baptized... de-magnetized... 

re-generated... re-birthed...

to you...

i lie immobile within this earthen restraint...       

                                this panic...

                                this gravity...

                                this comfort...

instead of worms...

tiny crabs will silently chew away my flesh...

muffled by the force that pushes white foam near...

my eyes open to burning blue...

my mind and soul free to wander

                         to consider

the vast infinity of the space between grains of sand...

                        of the diastole of the sea...

                        of the escalating pulse 

of your relentless desire...

memory fades...

reason falters...

words lose their meaning...

i am bones excavated... 

i am spirit summoned...

i am raised up...

by you...

and there...

finished...the tiny crabs move again towards the sea.

who i was... with them... swims.