Tethered

Who can say a dream is weightless,

without cost and measure,

a disturbance of time—

not actualized in action,

a belief that you are held by 

a single thread

of fragmentary imagination,

and pulling will amount to

breaking what could never stretch.

But this is no fragile dream,

an occasion to tiptoe and

tread with bare feet.

No, it is a time to push

out of the shadows

of daydream and seize

the dragon’s throat:

I will slay him now.

Watch this.

You ready?