gravity waking
the way the day fits over me
mud skin on bend
this bitterness on tender
an ache of unmoving
swallows my waking
the gravity of voices
pulling tides against
my currents
the bend convex to sky yawning
who will teach me this
crack bend
yawn and maw
hunger arcs
I am listening
for a sound beyond this susserous
yawn and singe
single tone tonguing
this bell of days
who will teach me different
who will crack and call to rise
who will waken the sleepers
skin of unreciprocated
converse
who will be the flame blossom
night bloomer opening
into day's horizon
