Suppose he rose in his dream, not to fall down the stairs,
but to beckon God with a secret prayer to poise
an errant young lady. Suppose he reckons to poison the giants,
maybe forever, because the falling prayer
always started when he found his glasses in his dream
and he knew he could see the giants were everywhere.
For a dream-song is just a breath of air expelled,
and to poise an errant young lady is more pose
than prose or proposal. His heart went out to her,
his love forever, poised at the head of the stairs
drawing her breath, from the vertigo, the falling prayer,
to the world itself…just a breath expelled.
He would poison the giants forever, if she fell.