Launch me into darkness
and I will sculpt the universe.
Bury me beneath the birch’s roots
and I will fertilize a nation.
Tuck me between the covers
and I will give birth to love.
Shelter me with padded walls
and I will emerge uneasy and carnivorous.
Blend me into batter
and I will rise into sustenance.
Lift me toward the clouds
and I will build wings to the stars.
Teach me the paths to nirvana
and I will become the Psychopomp.
Read to me
and I will listen.