Suns go down
Underground
Burning up belows
Glowing black
Round and flat
Centered unto toes
Walking on
Sound and tone
Crackling the hays
A star above
Cloudy hove
Yawning weighs aways
Folded overs
Endless coverse
Spines reclining backs
Upon straws
All that’s awed
Lunarary tracks
Training dreams
Without means
Beyond they’re hear it is
Senseless sences
darklessedenses
Lightlyin warmedriz
Softly falls
Mist retells
Ends of nightimescapes
Waking wills
See sun spills
Shine opun is shape
Rewordings
Summer’ssong
Seasons go around
Gravities
Bury these
Notions sight is sound