Illumination

Here where the world ends
against a dark and rising sea
I didn’t come to die
but to load my bones
with moonlight
to take it in like white neon
cold fire entering every channel
through each root and vein
threading the finest nerves
while I stand here
a lightning rod
between sea and stone
calling down the moon and stars
to burn in me
to transubstantiate
this temporary flesh
so that I flare up
a fallen star incarnate
too bright to last past morning
that will find me spent
asleep beneath the shelter
of your eternal gaze