Devolution

I aim to devolve
Crawling back into the sea;
Cells rinsed by frosty saline
Merging with jellyfish colonies
Mind washed and filmy,
Bones smoothed by
The repetitive tidal hymns.
I long to rest
Ex machina
Away from the iterations
and tropes of our strange time
Carried by rip currents.
We are 70% water -
it should not be too hard to dissolve.