My body is marked

By the stretching it has endured

I bring it to the water

When I am unable to hold it anymore

The bond between bodies of fluidity

The intimacy of being able to hold and release form

Sometimes, I shape-shift underwater

And return to life before my way through the canal

I shape-shift

Back to being a pure, unpunctured thing

Baptismal before breath

Means that

This body, that was brought to life

Was also, brought to death

And so, I surrender to this bottomless body

I surrender to its everlasting depth and width

I surrender to the absence of form within its grip

I suspend my breath as an offering to the most Holy thing

For the ways in which it holds this Holy thing

I call, my body