the light shining down on you is full of you
the you sanded to plain 'ol here I am have
me if you like no formula no grasping any-
more no we don't do that we are you, see
sleeping the light shining down on full you
is full of shaded concrete, the tremblers of
air sound skittering along on skateboards
in the middle most saturated plumbud skin
the sanded great, the you I swaddle clutch
connecting constellations between solvent
dark the few patterned freckles you urging
with the coo and beetle there in my grasp
the light shining down on you is full of you
hot pulse headstand and double back
flip, frogdance, urgent as the ol' yes
I am ignorant of what light is if not light