To bite the cloud seems to be what I need.
To sink my teeth into the unresisting, never ending substance.
I can feel myself begin to flow like liquid gold into a stream that leaves my body.
I travel into a brightness and clarity that is pure and wonderful.
Behind I have left a dry,crisp husk.
It is light and clean…useless ..hardly a wisp.
Any small foot will crush it
A gentle zephyr blow it to disintegration.
I care not…it is of no use to me.
I will not return to this place.
How strange to feel no sadness leaving this empty shell.
And I feel none.
A beginning, a middle, and an end.
This is the end.
I am gone…departed.
It is time.
– jml (9/13/1996)
