Did ever it come to pass that I wake
From in this cold and broken silver sphere,
And fall amid rejoicing stars to take
Ahold of worlds which circle, trembling, near—
Would you defeat and hinder me again?
Could ever you kill? Or would I dethrone?
Could you tame me? Join our old refrain?
Or would I ascend—but listless, and alone?
I’ve lost sight of who I am, and could be—
But know I would see you if I were free.

(originally written for NAPOWRIMO)