Asked In The Morning Poem by Hone Wong

House of midnight, you inside the eccentric?
Betrayal of hidden rules, carry master banished me?
You hand rule, in the big picture of the hidden Venus.
The star, let my desert to light up.
You take advantage of the urban asphalt, for you to drive retrograde to the Milky Way.
In my reality, one of the open for emergency lights flashing.
The deep hut, you seem to still can't see the road.
I do my big rooster, the sky shout woke up the sleeping another me.