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
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