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