The bell’s tongue dangles
within its mouth making

enchantments. I wake up
full of myself like the earth,

full of the sun. The room,
full of my shadow & full of

my fear. The world is upside
down. And gravity levitates.

Levity gravitates. In this
world of mine, the sun falls.

& the rain rises. Morning’s
yellow glory sits at my

windowsill like a bird. On
the wall of my room, I make

a list of all my nouns. &
erase every one that pronouns’

pronounce me dead. In the
cavity of my mouth, my

teeth sit in the socket of
my alveolar process like

the keys of a piano. & my
tongue is the pianist. It plays

to an empty room. Emptiness
is a big audience. It sings along.

Night rises. & darkness goes
up on the earth. And I’m down

on the cloud with the moon
& the stars— shining until

we are out of light.