tonight's the night, i learn to fly
in dreamful sleep, awake - alive
with purpose set, in my mind's eye
in little death, i taste the sky
pictures float, they hurry by
to barely grasp, a whisper sighs
my breath is mine, but "what" am "i"?
the universe, it dreamed up sight
tonight: tonight, again i die
the smaller death, seems death is shy
i breathe in deep, resistance dry
i hurry then, to taste the sky