Buried in the Sand

Art by Emily Hunt (2021 archive)

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I want to be buried in the sand.

I want my body to decompose,

Reduced to grain,

My atoms scattered and reorganized,

Into a body of sameness once again.

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Placed amongst billions of fellow particles seeking salvation,

I hope to struggle against the tides,

Compared to which I am so…

Small.

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I want the grains of my flesh to provide warmth,

A bastion of safety for passersby

Or a beacon of terror to any fish that dare approach

An amalgamation of the entirety of me.

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I hope my soul is spread across the lake,

My granulated limbs rearranged into a sand castle

Or perhaps

A volleyball pit.

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Maybe one day, if I’m lucky enough,

My torso will be effortlessly poured into raging crucibles.

Measuring in at thousands of degrees, I will finally rest in a new shape.

Or maybe 

An ant will seize what was once my breast

And is now a part of his home.

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I want to give back.

Gratuity to a generous world.

Collected and returned to the mystical oneness that once was.

I want my sacrifices to mean something;

I want to be the sand kids bury themselves in;

I want to be buried in the sand.

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