The Morning After
The dawn came sheathed in an alkaline mistIntertwined with the ghosts of last night's fantasies
Curling and flaring
Charming though it is
Be warned it will strangle
With its feathery exotica
Forcing you to inspect the chiseled asphalt
Disguised with blooming jonquils
Before it recoils into the ribcage of the lagoon
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