Begin again to dream
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I intend to start from somewhere — here,
this hov'ring nexus seems as a good a place
as any from my shad'wy path to veer
and pivot into joyward track of space.

Present: bliss of presence and firm mast
on cosmic vessel, fit to weather squalls
and 'comp'ny me through brooding nights where past
revisits — and her sweet, sad sorrow calls
enticing me to dive unto the deep.

Yet cord of silv-infinity does keep,
preserve and hold me fast above the ledge:
suspended in snow-hourglass of sleep
where pink and blue and yellow is the sedge —
that bloom and boil of dream-matter delight.

Or is that frost that roils every hue?
Made relative the temper'ture in throes of livid fright,
I will the air to armor me — with courage now imbue
my spirit, that I forge ahead — begin again to live,
to surge, to strive, to dwell in rad'iant joy:
to free receive, and give —
begin again past every ploy
to pierce through how life seems:
and manifest my dreams.