Once, when we were young
I grew some stars
Under my tongue
Then fell
The severed hum
Dug from my mouth
Cut clear of sound
And, now that we've
Grown up the
Only thing that matters
Is the hum
That caused the cut
That cools my head
From thinking thoughts
I should never have thought
That cuts the sun
Buries me under the winter mud
Then, the folded hour
Crumbles and sighs
And calls me, "Coward."
And, in the Winter Garden
You heard me hum
And saw me run and run and run and run
And, now that we've
Grown up the
Only thing that matters
Is the hum
That caused the cut
That cools my head
From thinking thoughts
I should never have thought
That cuts the sun
Buries me under the winter mud
