Morning

Morning, morning, morning

The morning of our lives

Here the steep hill is swollen

Like a mother with child

The burning morning, the moaning borning

Of Anti-auntie archipelagos

Be of good wife, oh life, oh life

The coroner Coriolis effect 

Sunrise of the mind

The mellow, yellow morning mightiness

Of dirty kettle sunshine

Taken are the heliotropes

The switches are swished

Fall the nettle heads

Beside a barbed wire ditch

And the kitches of kitchener

March to the warehouse Drum

Beside ear phone shop

Who listen to the dark men come

Oh morning, morning

The steel brush of salty heaven due

In exhaustible fatwa of merciful Father Pew

Painstaking needles in a Pine forest hill

Who can hear a pin drop has no need of fire drill

All this absorption and none of it real

All I have to give is what I can feel