Another day, another night

he drew the blinds          
and wondered how would          
this frame course through          
the impatience of routine motion.          
   
he'd rather fall off great heights into the lap of thin spaces          
like the skydivers do..          
-- somebody's gotta teach him how to do that.          
         
there's air that's not been smelt          
and buxomness yet to be pressed against          
He'll drink to that          
And maybe live too.