gone to bed

there’s a truth to be of what we do
and when we search
in morning’s dew
through violent nights and flightless birds
of all that’s been lost and left absurd
and maybe passed in that translation
is an unquoted castration
to each and every one of you
all that’s leftover in the mornings light
should bring truth and honesty to the plate
and one won’t mind but moreover respect
the night and where you decided to leave it