Flakes – Splash of visages

I dreamed a devoutfull morning
Scrapped the ruckles of my eye corners
Reshaped my eyelids, the embracers
Hardened as wallpapers that hang too long
I filled the mirror with a splash of visages
after losing the slightest example to mimic

Kitchen table, shooting the newspaper
Headlines flash, Yeah I know enough
A look outside cause I heard the garden
those rhododendrons are way to sharp
More green-coloured than I temporarily love

Return to safety – the kitchen table
Hand over the cornflakes I ask
Before reminding my cat doesnt speak
Filling my cup, a rumble of crisping tweet
Tingling ears scream for breakfast starts
Distraction spoiled a flake on the floor

Why do scranching-glunch mornings
constructs such inexplicit screens in mind
Unforeseen this was the best in times
Since I wasted a flake on the kitchen floor.
Before vanishing it battered a sharp image in mind

Plexuring flakes, I had a full cuppa
My cat toyed electant with the one I dropped
He enjoyed various ones, of what I had many
This must be a wonderfull day

With a smile on my face
My calefied vision clarified
Postiled by bits the reverential I devoted
Bummer, I ran out of milk

Emphatist