Until I Beg Again for Light

Blessèd night is taking over now –
I’d wished for this:
that darkness seek again to plow
its bit of the abyss

into the space that once held dawn –
as if to give permission
to imagination to go rashly on
beneath the sweet remission

of that surface wakefulness
which scours the day –
and rids me of the playfulness
and danger of the sway

of setting the unfathomable free
to stumble, fight,
insinuate itself into the lurch of me –
until I beg again for light.

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