Fresh out the oven this fine mornin.

I'm dizzy.
Touches world with lightest heart.
Keeps world close,
Sunrise dose of clarity.
Suspended leaves, cherry grieves aplenty.
Cross-section of me:
Bitter moth-maker
City slicker
Craven and wild, come on.
Charity he lifts a deck of cards, poised.
Balanced, afraid.
Refined, reclined, trust me.
Busted open like who is--
Table-top. Another one, another one, another one,
Another one, un-other won,
Another one, another one.
And another.