Mind soup warmed over

 
The darker suit in the thought closet
Lately found broader street down a way
These past night realizations of morning day
Amidst such forgotten rhymes, no one will belay
Ever toward making modified waterfalling dreams
We smother within defense of these adverse schemes

Each false door we take into the subconscious escape

So amid scenes of letters round rare diacritical marks
Blowing out lamps while sudden wonder near dark
Sauce for the goose though no geese to in part
Thus morning day to realize past night dark
One narrow road as an older broadway
A mind outfits the light shaded way