1 Your song in the morning wakes me 2 and answers my silent question. 3 4 Over coffee, you speak with exaggeration 5 and nose through your feed like a pigeon. 6 7 Midday, it is hard to hear your melody 8 and not love you completely. 9 10 By the time our eyelids feel heavy, 11 we could do without a sound, 12 13 but as we fall into sublimation, 14 you whisper found comprehension. 2.19.20