we, the seeds of the sun
them, the distant ones
she, the silent one
begins her day with a cup
dirt drops on the window
piling up and to
her nose
ah, dawn
the ancient reverie
a moment between
i wake up at noon
the dawn of noon
it is here where i will begin again
the dance of me
the commotion of feet
bring me to places thrilling as the green skeleton of
the tree on your side, the sea to your front
we shed our layers grasping like
lovers
for the air we cannot see
splitting atoms
splitting hearts
liquid fruitions 