Barely clothed in the sunlight soak, on haunches at an altar of bones.
This is what my teeth would feel like, this is the crush of a wild appetite.
I’m calling on you in the name of myself, the ego and the life, to pull me back into the great unknown.
Allow me the grace to rise up out of this Self, to bathe in deathless unity,
my being a unique color glinting off the shores of Quiddity.
I will not take what is not mine, will not leave what does not belong, will only dissolve, experience a moment of self-death, the mercy with which to move on.
Allow me the grace to rise from this grave, to remember how we are always home.