Godzilla Headache in Reverse
More than anything I would like
     to see the morning come up over the hills
        and know that the haze that clutters these
            rooms will dissipate
              forever in the heat of the coming day and
                more than anything I would like a river or
                 rivers of molten lava
                  to come crashing down this door that holds
                   this city captive and
                    more than anything I would like to sleep
                     under branches that wave in the wind
                   as if motioning to some unseen secret way
               over there where
           the morning comes up over the hills
        like a star-spangled-banner type of sound
   that repeats itself through all the valleys
covered with all the nervous laughter of
another morning, coming slowly
up over the hills
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