morning woke up in my mouth
with the overgrowth, wilderness of your name
raw freshness of uneven inflexions
I sliced, diced and glazed each syllable
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I find this one fascinating....I have often woken like this over my muse....I know just what you mean...nice one.
excellent cognitive metaphor: ''morning woke up in my mouth with the overgrowth, wilderness of your name'' lovely lyric poem..........................10+++++++