(a trifle)

I do not want to fall asleep.
Make all my cells like seraphim
Who see with fire and in fire are seen.
My skin make it a place where you appear.
Make me a living being and alive.
Make sleep an ocean of your light.
My heart let it like angels be awake.
Like angels sprinting, holding spears.
Like angels swimming after sinking pearls.
But quadruped, and all of me your strength,
That interswitching lope which treads
The tundra of your grace to me.
But everything, though I so fast
As meteors, devoured in their dive,
Be motioned through your everlast,
Let all of it be known to me as rest.