I pull the night over my head
And lie in the fetal position.
I stare and lose myself,
Unaware.
Are my eyes open or shut?
Am I alive
Or dead?
Am I breathing
Or flying
With gills for air?

Oh yes!
I'm very much alive,
For you are here,
I see,
To resurrect me.
You stretch me out
And lay yourself upon me seven times,
And prophesy
Life,
And surely,
I do live.

-jenn