Tomorrow Morning

tomorrow morning i believe i shall or maybe i shan’t but if i shall i will share me with my friend zoë if i still am able to share tomorrow morning i would wish to write a poem to zoë if my chary digits oblige broken and torn how awkward they present they laugh at my challenge they'll cry so when put to “good use" tomorrow morning i should tend zoë’s hair if zoë’s hair still lives on top of her head, silly or perhaps tomorrow morning i shall rise with the smoke of souls i would take zoë if zoë is able if i can find zoë she may have already melted tomorrow morning