the sun shrouded

the sun shrouded with muscle
in a time so small it lies forgotten
among songs and stones in my pocket

it was dark so flowers ungrew into seeds
and salamanders became wind
you were a song once too​

i heard you on youtube
but forgot the connection
and my pocket grew quiet 


there is no air down there
my mouth fills with warm tea
my fingers reach across the planet

children in bright costumes 
grow from dark seeds
hidden in air

airplanes fly across the page
violated by my pen
with loud booms floating like

language we spoke at birth
before we were kissed
and held up to the light