a bed of beauty until alive, bury me

say i was a careless shutting
of language an accident
sound whirling into the guttur

grimacing certificates of sir 
survive shoreline immeasurable
find me in rivulets

jostled at the sight of stars 
tonight i saw salted over
the small town of my yearning i

showed my face to all their light
& did not feel ugly
meeting alive i say

because the sight of my insides is out & sound
oh Goddess i am finally sheen