The first time i ever heard these lyrics i was spending the night in a salvation army bunkroom. Another customer was repeating them out loud as i tried to sleep. I thought he was making them up.
"MORNING (Anagrammed Lines)
Nature painted this morning
as a thorn in untried pigment,
a mad night in turpentines, or
the turning points in a dream...."
--@Anthony_Etherin
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