Lost and Found
You season the days with your eyes
rolling the hours, a cracked egg
feeding the sunset with its yolk
the embryo of all the happiness
that could be drawn on a shared map
I’m so in love that it’s love that holds its breath
when you’re in deep sleep and need to wee
that I try to shut my feelings
but the mic is muted, so i blink my eyes
in pointless meetings
and your chest gets itchy and pulses
we ride the symphony of shrills so lavishly
we are volcanoes of prayers
lost and found definitions
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