Teach me to... swim!

 

Awakened.
Fresh, hungry for life.
Perception blooming, unfolding.
Blinded, transfixed: absorb.
Bathed in song,
    carried swiftly,
    taken by the river's current.
To the sea.
Washed into the ocean of noise.

Confusion.
Fear.
Overwhelmed.
Flail, sink, succumb.
Drowned.

Decaying as empty flesh.
Lifeless slumber upon the ancient dust.
Bones stripped; 
carcass broken.
Absolute disintegration,
    decayed and swallowed
    into the vastness of the cold, haunting depth.
There is no shape...
only emptiness and lack.

As one grain of dust 
among the vast collective
of forgotten... 
    hollow... 
    forsaken...
death.

What is this?
An ageless shifting.
Returned upon the shore...

New light!
New air!
Crafted once more!

By what account?
Beyond, within, throughout...
    grace remembers me!

New life into empty, forsaken death!

MASTER!
    These limbs are yours!

Conquered--
    not by dust--
    not by empty dissolution--
    not by the vast expanse of broken glory...
Conquered by life!

New hope.
Beautiful voice.
Ancient keeper.

No longer flail without meaning.
No longer succumb to wayward disgrace...
No! 

MASTER!
    Teach me to... swim!

Beauty in your glory!
For grace,
    thank you forever.