The last time,
I was taken by a flood;
the time before that,
I was taken in my sleep. I want,
this time, to go and not be taken.
Garlands of joy should be
hung around me as I sit here tonight;
fireworks, music, and dancing should begin,
and very soon. Why wait? Let me be
as the fish who shimmer
under moon or sun,
even when they are in the net.
Dark Matter 