LET ME IN before your cockerel wakes
and I will serve you in the house of bones,
beat the heart's drum, create your breath
and water the sacred rose three times,
morning, noon, and evening.
Let me in before my eyes burn,
and I will melt your reflection free
and make it king over angels
and offer it to God as his likeness
full of belief, full of hope, full of love.
Let me in before my wings break
and I will behead the snake of death nine times,
unearth sorrow's root, eat it myself
and bring out of the sun's mesh
bread for you, wine, and the dove.
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