Scorch and Dissipate
©April 29th, 2018
By Vijaya Sundaram
This collection of motley atoms,
This plasma package of cells,
This automotive, self-willed
Assertive, ego-shaped, skin-covered
Shape of five-foot-three-and-a-half
Moves through the day,
A human shell holding the sea within,
Keeping itself from bursting out
In a trillion particles of salt,
Drenching everything in its wake.
I’m sorry if I scorch you
Inadvertently, advertently.
Salt can heal, though it burns.
I am the shell, the sea, the salt,
The wounds, and I’m tired
Of this shape of me.
It’s time to be air, unseen,
Filled with light and breath.
And when that time comes,
I will embrace it, and dissipate.
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