I want to reach simplicity as an arrow reaches its mark
Shot straight for it, wavering neither here nor there
Exploding in its end like
The fire that killed the spark

It will sweep through me like rain across the land
Water on my body, flood in my mind
A drowning that will be as difficult
As it is kind

It will come very quietly like my ancient lover at night
And hide from me awhile lest I die from the sight
But death will be simple like a child flying her kite.