Freed of all cerements of sleep, unfurled
in shadow-touch me now with your wings’
imagined light, lift me toward your world
of vision, of dark flight. When I would curl
inchoate, show me these luminescent things
freed of all cerements of sleep. Unfurled,
I searched the labyrinth, but night hurled
me into nothingness; teach me to sing
imagined light, lift me. Toward your world
tempt me along the winding path, whirled
by its dust, its storms, that I might spring-
freed of all cerements of sleep-unfurled
upon the naked day, and by some structural
fury or design, from out of darkness bring
imagined light. Lift me toward your world,
riddler, through all the chaos and the swirl,
find me out deeply with your soft sting,
freed of all cerements of sleep, unfurled.
Imagined light, lift me toward your world.
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