The stars are bright;
Sole purpose of our transaction.
Come with provenance documentation.
Pontoon forests line shorelines.
Rivers are sky to drown in.
The map of yourself hangs in trees.
Gather each piece in a basket,
bowl them up mountains
to double and rain down.
Secret out the sound
of everything you are in love with.
I carved this island for you,
with the soft knife of satisfaction.