At the last moment, when you thought that he would

           be crashed at the bottom,

the clatter created by the speed of his fall transcended

into a smooth light, while at the same time he had

the premonition that the concealing, the suffocating

would become the wide open and free flowing.

A wide plain was spread out there, at the bottom

           of the precipice,

musical hills, trees as if kneeling from the weight

           of their fruit,

the green shine of the grass that grew ephebic hairs

            on the legs of statues.

Therefore, just a little patience, a momentary delay

just enough so he can take off his gloves and shake

our hand, flesh on flesh.