A chink of southern sky
Scattered oranges
I slowly pass on passing by
Still leaves
Hang without a dream
Here with the daybreak
Before the whirlwind’s uprising
Flickers or ever truly starts
A chink of the me oh my
Matters not; the drink
Or the potted jelly
With the dishes
In the sink
Wilful light
Downcasts on the shapes
I mean here and as we wake
Before the collection
Or the inspection of moving parts
A chink of happy sighs
Flattered lemons
Near on and almost nigh
