An Infinitive

last night I dreamed my bed was
out to sea a
one-man four-poster pirate ship
twisting into Escherspace

I drifted lazily a while and
then set to but
by the time my hands had
raised the flag the
tips of my fingers were
ticking clocks and
my heels were sinking down
into the sand of blue lagoon
Neverland shores

and there I might have been safe
except for the fact that
my head on the pillow was
climbing spiral flights of endless stairs

and then a giant hand
plucked me from my rest
and set me down at home
where I saw the room still
washed in gray