As my chin ascends towards the primordial heavens
The sunlight is shattered amongst the tops of the trees
It is an ocean of kamikaze waves
Sacrificing their battered bodies
to make love to the rocks
The rogue droplets slither down between the leaves
Forming into beams of sniper lazers
becoming fixed on all of my body
Their lead cone heads shall infiltrate the fibers of my shirt
And tattoo my chest with their
self-portraits
The exit wounds will mold me new
tear ducts that\'ll reside on my spine
My lungs shall fill up with wax
from a melted crayon box
And I\'ll know the beauty of drowning on land.