Woke out of sleep

soaring above celestial means

Now in my head I must go over

Their fixed son paradise

Another half hour of the

One who strengthens

the tip of the spirit eyes

The hope is as comfy as the bed

Chiefly rooted in the arm of One

I resurface to deliver seeds

Do you carry the thrill of time!

Defendant of the Seed

Descendant of the Tree

I just want a poem that will

wake up while I go to sleep

Words keep laying around

me and I’m in live in here

I am going to spend an hour each

morning waking up these things

Early as the sun must call

Empty as much phases

I know we’re all meant

for a time and a place

You read my unread infants