The light in the stardust much makes of Earth

the light in the stardust much makes of Earth
the arrogant moment abjures its wrestle atunes
take me to the ceiling of any earth
the one in the morning the one at noon
i take it you're watching indelicate nouns
become for me happier than every truth
succumb to the careful and the coy approve
not everybody talks with apology too
and more than anything that I advert, heat
again: a spider on a string for swerves 
delights in passions that flower the stretch
from me to you to everyone a pearl

everyday after the morning awakes
i take a breath of awe from the daylight
because i love the sound of the silence
and offering partake of the fire