• 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 &
    more than anything i would like a river or
    rivers of molten lava
    to come crashing down this door that holds
    this city captive &
    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.