August 30, 2014
Remove your veils at once;
fetch a stone you can write my name on,
so that I might skip it across that lake.
Bring me there—
to the height of bliss and pain—
to the crematorium, so that I might burn,
so that I might glow again.
I will not be lain down;
I will be shared.
Feel my glory;
scatter my beauty.