To Sink

Oh, to sink into the ground,
To crumble.
To be made mush,
And be stamped into the grass.
Only in this will I see the truth.
Let ten thousand years rain down on me
And wash away the solid thing
That thinks it's real.
Only when I've disappeared
And all the things I made
Dissolve and wash away downstream,
Only then will I know
That all of it was an illusion.
Only then will I rest,
When finally 
My words are too faint
For anyone to hear.
And when I've cried 
Over all the things
I might have said, but didn't,
When I've tried and failed
To convince them
Of the thing they wouldn't see,
Only then will I dissolve and sink 
Deep into the mystic sea
That lies between here 
And all that we imagine.
Then I think 
That I will lye with Him
Who is sire of higher things.
And then perhaps, I will conceive
And grow large with child.
Then perhaps in me will blossom
That tree whose fruit
Will heal the nations.
But first, please let me die,
To all that here deceives!
To all of those convincing lies
That trick us with their solid appearances.
And in the meantime,
Let me close my eyes
And see those things
That eyes can't see.
Show me all that lies beyond,
And help me to believe.