Tabernacle inertia

I would drift out sightless upon the water of the endless abyss

obliviated of every memory and forgetting expectations. 

I would glide zigzagging the trade winds of exchange

becoming a whisper of what was yet never could be.  

I would burn nova among dead constellations

turning back all light from whence it came. 

I would dance from every mountaintop 

leaping carelessly within the wake 

of those chaotic frothing ripples 

called encompassing duration. 

And then at last, at last,

find silent stillness 

in the Tabernacle

of dawn