In the calm darkness before sunrise
When the Earth is damp and soft
Washed with rain and soft soil runs
Seeds pressed into the ground with cold fingers
Hoping for the day they will sprout
Kissing the path we walk on.
Thanking the rain
For washing our surface
Saturating deep into the core.
Thanking the flames
For the writhing ecstasy
Of disintegration.
Something is now nothing.
Nothing becomes everything.
Thanking death
That lays us down softly
Planting kisses down our bodies
Our soft shells to hold us in
Aching for the sweet release
As the tongue of death
Laps us deep down within.
In the calm darkness before sunrise
I feel heavy Earth around me
My body is enveloped
Borrowed carbon returned.
I am nourishing the soil,
The bugs and fungi and loam,
Letting it dissolve to nothing
But planted seeds
Pressed into dirt
Too Far From the Sun 