body built to break down programmed to fail but some thing inside still feels like forever eternal motion always at rest body doing its best moving forward through world and time part machine and part will soul sits contented at the center of all knowing nothing at all about when or if or would or might or now or then or after or until

Think on this now the tide is always turning never still no more than those surging waves it rules regulates restrains yet far inland away from clamorous swells this rising and falling incessant as time we forget about the baptism of surf breaking over us purifying each moment anew stripping our souls clean of decay debris Bury me I pray when the time arrives there on the shoreline or better still strew my ashes across the turbulent ocean as it gathers up its garments and makes for dry land or best of all plunge me deep in the element out of which all life emerged so whatever remains of what I once was advances recedes forever caressing or kissing the edge of this earth I once inhabited night after day after night the endless rollers delivering the news that though I seem to have vanished from this world I have instead become one tiny untraceable portion of swirling sea and sand and sky on this ceaselessly spinning planet a speck in and of the churning cosmos an enduring aspect of the flux spirit energy movement chaos of which our universe every bit of it is composed.