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