It is you, world, that makes it so.
I want to stay awake, but you are winning.
Winning my time, to keep open eyes.
Rapidly now, you tug and tug.
Drawing down the covers to sight.
I will close the lids to Pandora’s box,
Squeezed tight at will –
Shut you out and away,
No sight, no sound,
Enough to mist the mirror
You hold up to my gaping mouth.
Till sunrise, when we meet again
Then I will stand, I will walk, I will run.
I will fly to the stars
With the sword of old and new
A cross, my chest.