Spread a piece of it upon the melting morning
Your lack of understanding sweetest jelly forming
Not so easily topped yet it softens
Under this sun thus so often
working to light up pavements and lawns
Spread the games you play out toward dawn
Morning still myth ready to explode dreams
Sweet silent gestures unnoticed gleams
The dryness and the wetness adored
Humaness spread cross the floor
The definition of breakfast under sun
butter milky melting honey
The urge to live as darkness retreats unchecked
Day rises and begins we inside are trapped insects
getting stuck in the melted butter and Jam
When a dark coffee satisfies who I am
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