please i whispered
will you edit my book
may i edit your book
and we'll sift them
through all allies of gasps
and whisper your brilliant
you're brilliant?

we could lie in a circle
with our heads in the middle
and point at the clouds
and i'll see shapes
and you'll see shapes
i'll never see
and we can all take different
colored straws
the kind we slurp chai through
and feed off each other's
individuality
until we become one pulsating
bubble of what did you just say?
oh say it again, say it again

and oh wouldn't it be-
if we could split that bubble
into two and those two
could split and more upon others
and they could drift up to other
cloudwatchers
who'd say my god, did you see
that moon?
no but i saw that orange?
i thought it wall a ball of string-
wonderful?

understand that we are
a circle of erected stones
each with different symbols
of the same language
i whisper to you here in this
silver circle of protective
salts and spices
promise

but there's no reason to promise
you whisper to me
we mustn't
for there are many, many things
to make
besides bubbles