in  the   sovereign  of your  sleep,
   you ****. tousle. scream out of bed
   flailing.

         like   fish
  out     of    water,
       the   current of    immediacy.

     i will     write you
a boy    in     his
        fetal     nature:

    bright-*****,   holding  a   crimson  balloon
       in his   small  hand (a  reminder   of
       levitations)
    teeth white    as endless   snow
         the flat-footed lotus
   wading     in
         the     waters      of   senescence

    you will    take    it
   as a holster      cradles      gunmetal
       as      parking lots    fill
       parks    with  senile    men
    waving canes   into    the Sun
        yellow-teeth    and   brittle-*****
  
        you      will    wake
    and       smile   your way   half-painted,
      half-illuminated   like   a dagguerreotype
         in my    mind's   chamber
       your   half-nose,   *******,
           you snoring   beast   in   the jungle
     of   my frailty

         i too falling in sleep
     the red   balloon    let go
           into    the   cirrus.