Please God, make me a stone.

So that I can feel the water wash over me

And so that I can become part of the stream,

Instead of an island begging to drown.

Erase my skin from my bones

So that I can more easily blend with the foam

Of a thousand undying dreams

That sprang from a lake I cannot see

Take my eyes and numb my nerves

So that I no longer need to see or to feel

Keep my heart, if you must

But let it beat with the rush of the current

Let me rest

Peacefully, blissfully, under the

Thrashing torrent of beauty and fear.

Let me pass unknown to the

Flame and the sky

Slowly eroding until I am claimed

By nothing.