a wake
sprung light from death
and streamed the heat to my face.
A column, and a call
“leave your mask in bed!”

And it’s light
     (though it won’t seem like it.)

Here:
below our crests; over our troughs —
I’m climbing a wire: an altar!
All is white and I am The Starkest Black
Now prostrating and revering myself.
He speaks: “tame a wild animal”.
I am.