Return me to those infant years,
before I woke from sleep,
before I woke from sleep,
when ideas were oceans crashing,
my dreams blank shores of sand.
my dreams blank shores of sand.
Transport me fast to who I was
when breath was fresh as sight,
when breath was fresh as sight,
my new parts — unfragmented —
shielded faith from unkind light.
shielded faith from unkind light.
Draw for me a figure whole, so different
from who I am. Show me now
from who I am. Show me now
this picture: who I was
when I began.
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