The grass is wet. My toes feel all of nature. Each touch is mysterious.
The rocks grow harder. My feet remember the origin. Each step draws me out.
The dock is old. My being remembers the waves. Each plank grows the fear.
The edge pulls closer. My brain tells me to turn. Each moment ends the last.
The bend is the spring. My heart pulls the trigger. Each second I fly.
The spash rocks the soul. My nerves let go. Each darkness manifests divine.
The water flows through me. My breath is gone. The dark water of salvation is all.