After roving the day-night-day <br /> to collect morning of men, <br />descrying a sleepless sleep in dwell. <br />White beauties rouse first joy <br />with serpentine sluice seeping through <br />trickling runes. <br /> <br />A dinner set in a grey nose- gay <br />Sooping in worship. <br />A squeaking golden plate tinkles of <br />strange colours and mild dyne <br />winding from the alveolar-ridge. <br /> <br />In a bouncing bowl boils praises <br />rising from the onomatopoetic solos <br />escorted by squalls from the fall and rise <br />Vowels rehearsed by tone tinsels. <br />As angels hold on to lyrics to ebb <br />slow vibes runs the endless beat <br />reverberating in easement. <br />In slow cheers sacrament <br /> <br />the tea smells with an everlasting scent. <br />The milk smoked breast, so strange. <br />The bread beaked without stain <br />of testimonies evident forevermore.<br /><br />Ebi Robert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/breakfast-in-heaven/
