Your morning has a lilt
I have fallen asleep inside someone’s box

Each tall building leers from its stone mask
Listens to your carotene leaf dampened footsteps

Some papery parts of you are sweet
Are mellifluous sounds of you in ancient corridors

Where birdsong penetrates dark
I listen to your darkening footsteps

I am dark
I have fallen asleep inside someone’s box

The time to be that time has nearly passed
It was sweet, not listening for honey

The honey can remain still for years
Stare at it in the night and tell someone

Most stars stutter if you stare at them
Behavior is just a funny concept