I And at the culmination of the tip a shadow cast Christmas lights of neon nights laid upon a printed shore that begged you dig in the clay beneath the sifted surface like brushing the dirt off the treasure chest buried at the X as carrier pigeons hold wings of hands and baited breath waited weighted on where the gulls go what more could flowers find to grip sands into soil II from the nebula drops a solar system and here I find a sky beyond the specs of time machines you call stars burning midnights into your skull salted breeze like caramel air a lullaby now calls you home