Shelf Cloud: we us this complex to make and the love mundane

if I were to say
I love you and or
if I were to love you and
it would be
it would be like standing
in the wind storm and
opening my mouth

one and you
could take the sand
and the sky

a swarm does not sting
and just reproduces

the throat
wind and pipe
breathes and
in the air
like water

make the sand
drop and
from the
sky

break
apart neap

and
spring