I Wish to Die

I wish to die
where two oceans meet,
where water becomes sky,
where rain becomes snow,
where fire becomes clouds;

I wish to die
where the wind becomes dust
upon a dancing sunbeam
floating through
an open window;

I wish to die
not in the glare of the sun, 
but in the darkness of the night,
where there are no Mondays
or Wednesdays, or months or years;

I wish to die
in the circle
that is a line
that is a dot
that is nothing.

I wish to die
in the silence
of words
that I know exist,
without a name.