The glistening dawn whole
feast of the morrow soul
hungry land
silent reign at hand
broad holy scream like an axe
across the tranquil paddocks
lighting them up in time
for these frothy and firey rhymes
the stretching sun sees through
arousing desperation in overworked people
width ways through the city
carpet people find new ways of fitting
I can feel them crawling out of bed sleepy and sworn
the pages crooked like the corners of dawn
the wind flicks them passed allure
Did I miss a page of that holy cure
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