chico d'oro

Early enough to climb trees unseen, I rise.
Proud and sleepless and troubled with the confusion of a child
I rise.
In coffee cups and letters, folded recipes and duty we seek
some dry ground for our feet.
Build a day, there's a method
build a day there's time
Build a day on a whisper, on a whim, on a dime

Who's talking caffeine baby, are you spokesman for the mute?
grown up to hold the world atop
your teaspoon full of smoke
Build a day there's a high to come
build a day there's more
Build a day on a drag, on a cup, on the floor

In spaces dark and silent, with thickness gathered round
some quiet sit unknown, untold
without their greatness crowned
They wriggle through the sermons
and shuffle through the door
Build a day from the ground - (they say)
build a day from your knees
Build a day on a death, on a promise, on a please