and

and i think i was waiting
for you to awaken me
and to feel the moment
the darling dreambird
opened its long feathered fingers
and plucked me from the bed of my
mediocre monster
and to taste that infintessimal timefraction
in which the uncandid condor soaring miles above me
became the elephant of your eyes
and danced in the wildest space between
memories short-term and long

and before these eveninghands fade
i want to tell you that you are
the most beautiful bird

and that this youpoem
which is my everybreath
always begins
and ends
with
and