You are
[[the penny'd sun->the penny'd sun]]
[[the lettered starscapes->the lettered startscapes]]You are the penny’d sun
on valley swoop of fingertips
the aching of my gratitude
and fizzing drops of satellite
You are honied fireweed
on ocean-heavy knuckles
staccato breadth of shoulders and
horns of timber late
[[It's silly, I know->It's silly, I know]]
[[You are the murmuration->You are the murmuration4]]You are the lettered sunscape
on tides of marching clouds
the lightning on my faded nerves
and sonic waves devout
You are persimmon ultrasound
and stretch of marigolds
the passing on of eagles, and
the ring of coral loud
[[And I loved you when I was asleep->And I loved you1]]
[[My thoughts have gumballed->My thoughts have gumballed2]]You are the lettered sunscape
on tides of marching clouds
the lightning on my faded nerves
and sonic waves devout
You are persimmon ultrasound
and stretch of marigolds
the passing on of eagles, and
the ring of coral loud
And I loved you when I was asleep
not on chai-top canopies or crystal trenches
but under fish scales and dead leaves
shed-skin and willow-branch wings
with dents in my teeth, my mind, my flight
pattern, this whale song
I’m too tarnished to drink
[[You seeded me in bonemeal->You seeded me1]]
[[Sit with me->Sit with me]]You are the lettered sunscape
on tides of marching clouds
the lightning on my faded nerves
and sonic waves devout
You are persimmon ultrasound
and stretch of marigolds
the passing on of eagles, and
the ring of coral loud
My thoughts have gumballed in ways
I was afraid to hope for
These sweethearts, they’re shaking
plumb bob-ripe in midday glister,
with chimes and strides of tempest blister,
they hatch and cry in lightbulb spritzer
with poppyseed eyes, keys for wings
they lick the world with candied breaks
[[How did you find me back there?->How did you find me back there2]]
[[It was so loud in here->It was so loud in here 6]]
You are the lettered sunscape
on tides of marching clouds
the lightning on my faded nerves
and sonic waves devout
You are persimmon ultrasound
and stretch of marigolds
the passing on of eagles, and
the ring of coral loud
My thoughts have gumballed in ways
I was afraid to hope for
These sweethearts, they’re shaking
plumb bob-ripe in midday glister,
with chimes and strides of tempest blister,
they hatch and cry in lightbulb spritzer
with poppyseed eyes, keys for wings
they lick the world with candied breaks
How did you find me back there?
You’ve always heard bells in me
the way I walk and when
I smiled hiding my teeth
You heard bells before I knew
what it was to float and fable
with telephone sway
[[And I dream of you->And I dream of you2]]
[[What I feel is bigger than me->What I feel is bigger than me 7]]You are the lettered sunscape
on tides of marching clouds
the lightning on my faded nerves
and sonic waves devout
You are persimmon ultrasound
and stretch of marigolds
the passing on of eagles, and
the ring of coral loud
My thoughts have gumballed in ways
I was afraid to hope for
These sweethearts, they’re shaking
plumb bob-ripe in midday glister,
with chimes and strides of tempest blister,
they hatch and cry in lightbulb spritzer
with poppyseed eyes, keys for wings
they lick the world with candied breaks
How did you find me back there?
You’ve always heard bells in me
the way I walk and when
I smiled hiding my teeth
You heard bells before I knew
what it was to float and fable
with telephone sway
And I dream of you when I’m awake
not in the way of shattered birds or
shuddered hillsides with doe eyes
and bleating streams, but with / yes /
in cherried hearts and bottlecap knees
gumball eyes and brass-light teeth
yes / in that place between riverbanks
and the crashing ankles of mountain strike
And yes, even in color broken like burled bread,
These fractures delight because
we are here we
are here we
are here
[[Reset->You are]]You are the lettered sunscape
on tides of marching clouds
the lightning on my faded nerves
and sonic waves devout
You are persimmon ultrasound
and stretch of marigolds
the passing on of eagles, and
the ring of coral loud
And I loved you when I was asleep
not on chai-top canopies or crystal trenches
but under fish scales and dead leaves
shed-skin and willow-branch wings
with dents in my teeth, my mind, my flight
pattern, this whale song
I’m too tarnished to drink
You have seeded me in bone meal
and planted my clipped fangs
carried me on lighthouse surge
and swerved across mauve lakes
You’ve held the reigns of my ascension
and sheltered spine arcane
In this tangled whisper-house
I have found myself again
[[Reset->You are]]You are the penny’d sun
on valley swoop of fingertips
the aching of my gratitude
and fizzing drops of satellite
You are honied fireweed
on ocean-heavy knuckles
staccato breadth of shoulders and
horns of timber late
It’s silly, I know
not to think I’m made of swamp dust but
to wade into a skinny love of
drowned fog and ashen quake
for the porchlight I never turned on
and the glass bulb I never squeezed, to pray
with river stones in palm
in gut, and tucked in cheek
just to cry in the language of marigolds
press petals into parking lot pride,
to dwell in backwash, sigh in blight
and tell myself that means something
[[You are the lettered sunscape->The lightning on my faded nerves]]
[[And I found you spilled->And I found you spilled]]You are the penny’d sun
on valley swoop of fingertips
the aching of my gratitude
and fizzing drops of satellite
You are honied fireweed
on ocean-heavy knuckles
staccato breadth of shoulders and
horns of timber late
You are the murmuration
of stars in morning light
the basin of a thunderclap
and rain within a sigh
You are the flash of beetles
in chrysanthemum July
watercolor chrysalis
and splatterdrunk sublime
[[Sit with me->Sit with me4]]
[[You seeded me in bonemeal->You seeded me in bonemeal5]]You are the lettered sunscape
on tides of marching clouds
the lightning on my faded nerves
and sonic waves devout
You are persimmon ultrasound
and stretch of marigolds
the passing on of eagles, and
the ring of coral loud
And I loved you when I was asleep
not on chai-top canopies or crystal trenches
but under fish scales and dead leaves
shed-skin and willow-branch wings
with dents in my teeth, my mind, my flight
pattern, this whale song
I’m too tarnished to drink
Sit with me, lean against soda stream skies
We’ll fold guava sunsets like fruit roll-ups
press this against our tongues
until our tattoos prattle peppered round
in toaster-burnt space dust
I will cut you / a slice of nearby cloud
soggy it pink with strawberry juice
whip up the heavens in creamsicle peaks
and call down stars in citrus confetti
The moon will tip and pour our coffee
just for us, in all regard
our water-stained mugs
our water-stained voices
[[Reset->You are]]You are the lettered sunscape
on tides of marching clouds
the lightning on my faded nerves
and sonic waves devout
You are persimmon ultrasound
and stretch of marigolds
the passing on of eagles, and
the ring of coral loud
My thoughts have gumballed in ways
I was afraid to hope for
These sweethearts, they’re shaking
plumb bob-ripe in midday glister,
with chimes and strides of tempest blister,
they hatch and cry in lightbulb spritzer
with poppyseed eyes, keys for wings
they lick the world with candied breaks
It was so loud in here, you know that, right?
the cherished, knotted maple-heart where
The taste of popsicle wrappers charred
our footsteps dry, our pulled-sugar
jawbones: it’s all eyelashes to me now
brindle aspen, ferns unlocked
Where we are is pine-needle crush
shadows gather moss in the footsteps of a crater
I see you, I see you
Slant towards the sun
and look back with me
[[Reset->You are]]You are the lettered sunscape
on tides of marching clouds
the lightning on my faded nerves
and sonic waves devout
You are persimmon ultrasound
and stretch of marigolds
the passing on of eagles, and
the ring of coral loud
My thoughts have gumballed in ways
I was afraid to hope for
These sweethearts, they’re shaking
plumb bob-ripe in midday glister,
with chimes and strides of tempest blister,
they hatch and cry in lightbulb spritzer
with poppyseed eyes, keys for wings
they lick the world with candied breaks
How did you find me back there?
You’ve always heard bells in me
the way I walk and when
I smiled hiding my teeth
You heard bells before I knew
what it was to float and fable
with telephone sway
What I feel is bigger than me
I fold paper notes / hold hands with mirrors
I pass along unto myself and say, again
with feeling this time and yet
you can read my handwriting
measure the method
of my laughter, the wind-drop
of line-break complete
You toss birdsongs like rice
listen like wild grass
In the eye of polished graveyards
I learned to say my name
[[Reset->You are]]You are the penny’d sun
on valley swoop of fingertips
the aching of my gratitude
and fizzing drops of satellite
You are honied fireweed
on ocean-heavy knuckles
staccato breadth of shoulders and
horns of timber late
You are the murmuration
of stars in morning light
the basin of a thunderclap
and rain within a sigh
You are the flash of beetles
in chrysanthemum July
watercolor chrysalis
and splatterdrunk sublime
Sit with me, lean against
soda stream skies
We'll gold guava sunsets like fruit roll-ups
What I feel is bigger than me. Press this against our tongues
I fold paper notes, hold hands with mirrors until our tattoos prattle peppered round
I pass along unto myself and say, again in toaster-burnt space dust
with feeling this time and yet / I will cut you / a slice of nearby cloud
you can read my handwriting, soggy it pink with strawberry juice
measure the method / whip up the heavens in creamsicle peaks
of my laughter, the wind-drop, and call down stars in citrus confetti
/ of line-break complete /
The moon will tip, will pour our coffee
just for us, in all regard
You toss birdsongs like rice,
listen like wild grass to our water-stained mugs,
to the shelled grain of my reform, to our water-stained voices
to the rattling death of celestial bodies
and this a supernova, you and I planted a sanctuary
[[Reset->You are]]You are the penny’d sun
on valley swoop of fingertips
the aching of my gratitude
and fizzing drops of satellite
You are honied fireweed
on ocean-heavy knuckles
staccato breadth of shoulders and
horns of timber late
It’s silly, I know
not to think I’m made of swamp dust but
to wade into a skinny love of
drowned fog and ashen quake
for the porchlight I never turned on
and the glass bulb I never squeezed, to pray
with river stones in palm
in gut, and tucked in cheek
just to cry in the language of marigolds
press petals into parking lot pride,
to dwell in backwash, sigh in blight
and tell myself that means something
You are the lettered sunscape
on tides of marching clouds
the burning on of liquid heat
in campfires unbound
You are persimmon ultrasound. I’m holding out for touch of clove
and stretch of marigolds, the papered press of lemon smoke
the passing on of eagles, and
the ring of coral loud
[[It's silly, I know->It's silly, I know3]]
[[And I dream of you->And I dream of you7]]You are the penny’d sun
on valley swoop of fingertips
the aching of my gratitude
and fizzing drops of satellite
You are honied fireweed
on ocean-heavy knuckles
staccato breadth of shoulders and
horns of timber late
You are the murmuration
of stars in morning light
the basin of a thunderclap
and rain within a sigh
You are the flash of beetles
in chrysanthemum July
watercolor chrysalis
and splatterdrunk sublime
You seeded me in bone meal
and planted my clipped fangs
In this tangled whisper-house, in cherried hearts and bottlecap knees,
gumball eyes and brass-light teeth,
I have found myself again / yes / in that place between riverbanks
and the crashing ankles of mountain strike
And yes, even in color broken like burled bread,
These fractures delight because
we are here we
are here we
are here
[[Reset->You are]]You are the penny’d sun
on valley swoop of fingertips
the aching of my gratitude
and fizzing drops of satellite
You are honied fireweed
on ocean-heavy knuckles
staccato breadth of shoulders and
horns of timber late
It’s silly, I know
not to think I’m made of swamp dust but
to wade into a skinny love of
drowned fog and ashen quake
for the porchlight I never turned on
and the glass bulb I never squeezed, to pray
with river stones in palm
in gut, and tucked in cheek
just to cry in the language of marigolds
press petals into parking lot pride,
to dwell in backwash, sigh in blight
and tell myself that means something
And I found you spilled over rattled roads,
the depths of smothered balconies,
the wrestling of glacier railways,
and divine cedar atrophied
Please dance with me
in the shade of a falling ladybugs
Loosen the seams of a constellation
and fall into this canon
We’ll light fires on Mercury,
bend retrograde into blossom,
carve claws into its wavering and
shuffle decks of comets
Dance with me in this dust devil
in fluttering candle cry
Dance until we lose our outlines
and wish goodnight to dandelions
again
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[[Reset->You are]]You are the penny’d sun
on valley swoop of fingertips
the aching of my gratitude
and fizzing drops of satellite
You are honied fireweed
on ocean-heavy knuckles
staccato breadth of shoulders and
horns of timber late
It’s silly, I know
not to think I’m made of swamp dust but
to wade into a skinny love of
drowned fog and ashen quake
for the porchlight I never turned on
and the glass bulb I never squeezed, to pray
with river stones in palm
in gut, and tucked in cheek
just to cry in the language of marigolds
press petals into parking lot pride,
to dwell in backwash, sigh in blight
and tell myself that means something
You are the lettered sunscape
on tides of marching clouds
the burning on of liquid heat
in campfires unbound
You are persimmon ultrasound. I’m holding out for touch of clove
and stretch of marigolds, the papered press of lemon smoke
the passing on of eagles, and
the ring of coral loud
It’s silly, I know
not to think I'm falling,
but to wade in the seams of constellations
for the ladybugs I never let loose
and the canon I never fired, to sing
in the key of mercury
glass blossoms in hand, tucked behind ear,
just to dwell in retro fires, grade bent claws
and shuffled dandelions
just to dance with devils
and tell myself I’m in control
[[Reset->You are]]You are the penny’d sun
on valley swoop of fingertips
the aching of my gratitude
and fizzing drops of satellite
You are honied fireweed
on ocean-heavy knuckles
staccato breadth of shoulders and
horns of timber late
It’s silly, I know
not to think I’m made of swamp dust but
to wade into a skinny love of
drowned fog and ashen quake
for the porchlight I never turned on
and the glass bulb I never squeezed, to pray
with river stones in palm
in gut, and tucked in cheek
just to cry in the language of marigolds
press petals into parking lot pride,
to dwell in backwash, sigh in blight
and tell myself that means something
You are the lettered sunscape
on tides of marching clouds
the burning on of liquid heat
in campfires unbound
You are persimmon ultrasound. I’m holding out for touch of clove
and stretch of marigolds, the papered press of lemon smoke
the passing on of eagles, and
the ring of coral loud
And I dream of you when I’m awake,
not in the way of shattered birds or
shuddered hillsides with doe eyes and bleating streams,
but with / yes /
You have seeded me in bone meal
and planted my clipped fangs
In this tangled whisper-house,
in cherried hearts and bottlecap knees,
gumball eyes and brass-light teeth,
I have found myself again
/ yes / in that place between riverbanks
and the crashing ankles of mountain strike
And yes, even in color broken like burled bread,
These fractures delight because
we are here we
are here we
are here
[[Reset->You are]]