i am the burried treasure found centuries after being hidden away under blankets of rubble.
my eyes decorated with rings of purple and blue from a soundless slumber, evidence of a sleep still needed to be had.
my hair dances in knots on the top of my head and my mouth dry with the coating of something bad.
i am art.
its dark like the deep chasm i was laid to rest in long ago
but the sun is peaking crawling scathing my walls
wake up you're home
my arms raise high stretching stiff towards the sky
and i errupt with a yawn like a moan and a roar and suddenly im waking, a silent body no more.
its dark and its cold but im warm to the touch
this impending day is mine to take clutch
you are the trees and the mountains an the stars all combined
if you only just only you'd open your eyes
take hold of the day and see what you may
light up in the morning, go off like a fuse
don't waste another day because you decided to hit snooze.