This mornings news

For example, being surrounded and set upon by oafish brutes

In their midst, made means, faith-based capitals’ ascension

I see as machine (who knows, good or bad thing?)

Waking like car engines, their own path every morning

A good thing to me, for my light, thru betrayal, g, revolves,

Sun bound to your rose-heart, so precious, one cannot forget,

In beauty trembles, in dark-light not-yet, refuse ever to sever it