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Open your mouths
let your tongues taste
the morning dew’s, farm
fresh from heaven’s dock
let it kiss your lips
with its misty chill,
so your charred rims
would come alive again
permit it soothe your pores,
allow it drench your cores, and
pierce your souls, darkened by
the new demons of social heresy
breathe it, feel it, taste it,
this utopian symphony, come
to rid your minds of worry,
now the night is done.
Sing new songs at dawn, like
the morning birds – in praise
to the One. The One that giveth
peace and hope for the mornings!
