Bring some money in love when you come
Morning light stuns
shining curls billowing city steam
She sleeps sleeping a hole in the side
though to give the quickening breath not end it.
No mad morning pre-mourning but
a threat still swirls dimly, a soft mist
shading a stunning winter’s morning sun.
Though end stunning a mad sleeps hole in
Sleeping but sun
morning threat quickening dimly it
Give Christ stunning soft a still love when
bring but a billowing light a some threat.
Mist you shading towerblocks a
swirls some a when money, mad no a
city side over shining morning steam.