Birth giver of sanity
Keeper of stability
In the groggy hours of dawn
Through the slits of my squinted eyes
Thy beauty astounds
Is it the subtle, foamy sweetness
Or the heart of black liquid fuel
To which I attribute my devotion?
The vessel in which you are transported matters not,
Come to me my morning muse
Stroke my senses awake
Iron my frayed nerves
Excite me in thine blood pumping way
I am yours eternally
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