By way of the vanishing body

Towards our ends
skin thins, opens up a hint of fire
spun from each cell’s center.
Fingers blush a little
when pressed to another’s palm.
Then begins the vanishing,
that last light leaving
perhaps from the crown of the head.
Surprised, you’ll find a way to follow.
I have no proof to offer
just a fool faith in light remaining,
like the stars in the sky, forever
as our bodies go down to the deep.