I sometimes long to go back.
Turn me into that pillar of salt.
Drown me in that flood.
Swallow me in that whale.
Hang me in that tree.
In dreams.
A reading of the piece (AI-generated, interpretive): Total darkness becomes its own threshold here, an image emptied of image—evoking the void that precedes myth, the undifferentiated dark from which the pillar of salt, the flood, and the whale might still emerge.