Here's body, inert,
prepared to revert to clay.
O wanderer with my lamp,
how dim grows the light.
Flying effortlessly
I escape gravity
And seaborne, breathe through gills
to swim past coral isles
Where I emerge on shores
that climb up ancient roads.
Always, my origins
enact some past within
Recalling elements
of former existence.
Save two, that I renounce:
bloodrust fire, fleshtorn ground.
Here I need no clock
to tell me what time it is.
The day, season, year
conform to no calendar.