(Respectus Wallace Stevens)
You woke to the sound
of a heartbeat
and took notes, quiet,
to still the quaking hand
You caused words
to rise valid as God
while supreme fiction
took in the brain
You trusted, for its own sake,
the will to trust and sought,
with lucid mind, nothing not there
and the nothing that is
You remain, like the snow man,
empty of own self being
as your words linger
in the land of giants
