I feel the currents
washing me downstream
my skin turns to dust
as the waters rush
my hair turns moss green
as worms squirm over me
my flesh turns to earth
this is the seed of birth
when you think you're dead
you're just getting started

I'm always already
decomposing
into the imaginal cells of my body
there is a code
there is a spell
the chrysalis conjures
my new self
decompose into me
intimacy
emerge with me
who are we?