from night to morning might you a be
 a unicorn, a chalkydri?
 are you in fact, the same as when
 you weren't yet what you might-have been? 

from night to morning, is it true
 you turn to yatagarasu,
 and hop dimensions without pain
 untouched by death or wind or rain? 

so in your sleep tonight, recall:
 the kalavinka in us all,
 who turns back into you by day,
 for all that we might know (or say)