And

when

you wake

up, tucked in

between the pages

of some dark novel, know that these

are the stories that glitter with courage and glory,

are the stories that you read through

and through, over and

again, and

you are

their

light.

Be

side

the still

waters, swept

enraging currents,

newly ever-cycling eddies:

I cannot walk through this valley, and I fear to swim.

Ground unearthed into this churning,

the water's surface

the only

place left

to

stand.