where the moon glistens every night
different shades of colour
where the stars dance and the sun would burst
where humans can breathe underwater
and fly though the fresh air
where scars heal as soon as you were hurt

Our words are monkeys,
swinging from branch to
branch, thrumming
at the barks of mind.

We become clumsy *****,
laying them as eggs,
into the highest tide.

And with oars, we
send them out
to breathe longer,
within the waves.