video of a god unboxing the sun

dear worms, this is what
i've been waiting all this time for.
i have been eating only 
my own hair. talking
to the stones & listening to the shapes
their words make in my mouth.
you are not a species yet
but i have always known you.
to be a god is to have a language
only you speak. to turn to the darkness
& have the darkness disperse.
come back, come back, i always plead. 
i have believed in dawn. the thought that
a light might bud & tell all the writhing,
"i am sorry for what i did to you
yesterday." or else maybe not 
an apology but a limb of sugar.
do not think of how the roots
refused their water or how 
another being turned into a pillar
of salt. instead, feel this. a yolk.
a table-top butter. i am always 
getting ahead of my self. alone, 
i talk until there are
enough of me to fill a universe. 
the wrapping paper petals away
like onion skins. the glow
turns my face into an apple pie.
i want to devour it. i want to 
hang it around my neck 
& run as far as i can. instead,
i know that it belongs
where it can grow bones. 
my voice fracturing into organisms.
i can see it all & yet now 
this little burning is all mine. 
greedy as i am, i take a thumb's worth
of sweet star & place it beneath
my tongue. a plum. light & creamy.
i feel millennia as its wings beat 
in my throat.