To Her Dreamscape

I meant to be preemptive: sleep here, sleep away:
the risk of yielding struck against flint: like cartilage
brushed against bone, serrated substitutes: slang
for museum: banter  for dressing room: stupid abstraction
for wayward: I’ve gathered conflicts into whole gardens:
I’ve drifted from the double-take: because the metal work
still holds: because folded pastures adjust to the seasons:
from these heights even skies make soft amends:
I’ll flip stones to find the fine etchings beneath: I’ll crawl:
what is it that keeps us upwards: once it was the fear of falling.