do valkyries swirl beside my bedside
to scythe and fell each straying dream?
When my heart falls I still breathe
the shallow tower beneath it all
I know in words the way it leans
when my mind parts to either side of right
and I cannot tell the way, my myth,
it calls my shadows out to etch in deep
where I'd forgotten and undrempt.
Could I tell across it all
the path I held under blazoned sky
could I beat beneath the distant heat
give damp to damp and fire to fire
exert strength and speak moments
Out so long my deepest chord is struck?