If I could  fall with grace and enter into insanity,
I would be making my way into the vast sea.

I would swim away until my limbs are sore.
My heavy chest would be dwelling on the bottom floor.

My decomposed carcass floating with the plankton.
While the seaweed that covered my body,
Would be sewing me a new gown.

With its graceful touch, it would extend its limbs,
To honour what is gone and what is left.

After the death of my body,
My soul would resemble those unhindered pearls,
Forever it would sparkle after the quench of its only thirst.