"Is this the drop off?" i asked her.
there was no response,
she was gone,
i knew as much,
and i knew nothing
would choke an answer from the darkness.
i contemplated wildly what might become
of me if i went looking,
but realized the effort was futile...
i filtered the sand between my toes and knew one step more meant i would become intimate with the black abyss below.
plate movements below the rumbling crust of this earth had made this place long before the sand i stood in had been born.
i was ready.
i lifted one foot from the fluid sand
below the water,
i saw my pale knee flash up above the
blind point in the water,
and when it came down again,
a step ahead,
a final step,
i tumbled forward.
my last thought was:
"please let me wash ashore
in some distant place".
and then blue oblivion engulfed me.
there was cold beneath the
eerily calm salt water.
cold and blue,
then black and salt stinging my eyes.
i phased out.
the dreams lasted a lifetime,
then my brain realized it was short of oxygen, it tried to panic,
but the thick cloud of pleasant illusions kept it stifled, silent, and i passed without so much as a rush of adrenalin.
and that was that.
my body washed up on some distant shore.
and sand stuck to the skin until it
decayed like any other
sea-creature on the beach would.