The cry of the morning
\nThe cold of the air
\nAssorted snoring
\nI feel so aware
\nOf the chortling presence
\nOf four men asleep
\nA night full of pain
\nWhen the infinite reap
\nSoulful expression
\nA tender retreat
\nA light infused countenance
\nSent here to greet
\nWhat of their thoughts
\nLocked in a refrain
\nSleep is still prevalent
\nIt is insane
\nTo imagine a morning
\nOf infinite cries
\nAs one maybe all of their spirit denies
\nThe youth of before
\nAnd the varied gait
\nAnd the cry of the morning<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The cry of the morning The cold of the air Assorted snoring I feel so aware Of the chortling presence Of four men asleep A night full of pain When the infinite reap Soulful expression A tender retreat A light … Continue reading