in blissful blues and
bashful hues
of everything I sought
to lose
beneath the flesh
beneath the glue
and here I am
now I'm found
feet tiptoe
on naked ground
I am passed out
passed around
filled with light
and filled with sound
here is the day
hear us play
the tunes of the lunes
who place their faces
in clay
and dream their messes
into day
whilst I work
and work my way
into cycles
of becoming
and learning to say
what my tongue would
speak
if my mind weren't weakened
by the flames
of the games
that we have learned
to play.