How does one embrace the descent? Imitate the weightless beauty of the falling leaf, the leaping stream?
How does one dive wholeheartedly, headfirst into the baptismal font every single day? To abandon all hope of living for self, to drown this choking rebellion till at last lungs are filled in the depths of death’s cold spring?
And where is my end, if all I have I throw into the cracks of the earth, into these rivulets of sacrifice,
          down, down, down,
                              to what end?
My only prayer – 
Swallow me up and spit me out clean.


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