Diving into the Dead Sea
There are places you can do it- far from the eyes of muslims, jews or christian tourists.
Places where a smooth abutment of holyland juts out into grey-green water
threaded like a marble slab- offering no reflection of earth, sky, even yourself.
So take a last deep breath, & dive in unbelief, your hands flat to guard your face . . .
There's no splash just a viscous suck as you sink weightless like a pearl of goo in a lava lamp.
For a few seconds, the complete inertia of immortality- the blind womb, the I not I.
Then the salt stings- your instinct fights the countersurge, but all the same it's rejecting you
forcing you back into the catastrophe of creation- wretching for breath, sticky as a newborn.
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