divine dreaming

I don’t want to die

Because I’ve seen how death takes us

With no dignity, no divinity

I want not to walk the earth

I want to be the earth,

Spinning delicately in the vacuum

Feeling nothing, knowing less.

I want not to smell the roses,

I want to be the bee that rests upon it.

I want not to watch the sky as

A storm brews within it, thunder crashing,

Rather I wish to be the lightning it produces.

Like pollen fills the air

In clouds and puffs that choke,

I wish to disappear.

I don’t want to die

Because I am filled with more

Magic and more life

Than those who lay beneath the stones.

I simply wish not to feel

The angry ocean within me.