did you feel the morning pull on us
with its fingers of wind/
did you feel the questions in her
whispered fingerprints/
is she trying to untangle
our 7 hour knot/

there is a yellowing to the walls i
am ignoring.

or does this wind
wrap these sheets around us
tighter?
maybe there are no questions/

there is the bloom of your heart
i have been hearing,

rising above the old carbonated chokes.
and through the grinds.
and it sings:

i have seen the world and the world has seen me