POETRY | The Morning Comes by Krishen Mohan

Ready to revel as mindless rebel, With a flag of no other, But mine own. This banner my skin, Hiding fool within. Let the morning never come, That this tongue may fly, Air dried, Flopping for chatter, Never for better. Let the morning never come, That I may let them spin, Unhinged thoughts twirl, Unfurl then hideous grin. Let the morning never come, In the night they rise, Sighing sophists be the wise, For the lack of light. Let the morning never come, Let this ride never end, Streaking down streets, Blurry signs a flurry, Moving going nowhere. Let...

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