Next Morning

I woke up next morning,
Troubled and sentenced.
Affections of belated nature
Arose in my sleep of air.
At the same time the previous day
Reappeared, with numbness and persuasion.
The judgement of warehouses
Made a fortunate gesture.

Inside traction there is a friction,
In success is a failure or mediocrity,
When fighting begins, the peace follows.

Much judgement sleeps during such
Creamery, the dreams of never-ever land.
The tangibility of this argument is suffered.