I stand on the plateau
I perish in the wind
My corpse soaks into the earth
I rise in spirit body decomposed
I am matched with the wind
blowing me across the open expanses
whistling and pouring energy
into the invisible vessel I am
Fear erupts as we flow over the water
humidity weighing me down
the deep waters a promise of oblivion
the essence of losing oneself
Driven toward space
thrown back to the huge waves
pulled in by heavy clouds
shouting through thunder
spitting me out across a stormy coast
where all aspects of me fuse into the weathered rock
where lightening has tagged the stone surface
now made magnetic and alive
Just a bellhop for the tides
A derelict inside dark burned rock
Tollkeeper absorbing the sun and rain
conspiring with God for my next birth
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