Metamorphisis

You are [[the penny'd sun->the penny'd sun]] [[the lettered starscapes->the lettered startscapes]]

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? 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 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 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 ag ai n a g a i n [[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]]