It’s kind of nice to know,
but I’m so tired
of swimming into
the unknown.
The water is cold
against my skin.
I’m trying to understand,
keep my head
above the water
until death.
At least, if anything
my skin seems to dissolve
with time.
After the dust
disintegrates,
all that’s left of me
will be the divinity.
Maybe
I’ll understand
then.