Requiem

[bonafidenubbin]

Wake now! Wake, go forth, then;

Wake in roses, not in ruin,

To the distant gold horizon.

Rise, as light as hapless laughter,

To the mystery come after

Chains of flesh are split asunder.

Run the road your days have woven-

run fate's runnels, judgment-cloven-

Run to don the shape you've chosen.

Go before me, into splendor.

To chill Patience, I surrender;

I will sleep, and keep your ember.