what a lovely gift to be awakened
in this overdrawn night of rotting illusions –
to be entrusted with arousing our sleeping star’s ascent.

my birth certificate says i was born a leafling
on an intrepid branch
under a feral star
at 11:02 p.m.
and with you all, my friends,
through the gloom and the cold,
we’ll tow the sun over the horizon,
laughing and dancing and fucking all the way to the dawn.