Tomorrow arrived
With neither fanfare nor doom
And became tonight
Quietly
Without incident
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Tomorrow arrived
With neither fanfare nor doom
And became tonight
Quietly
Without incident
I’m casting these dice
Hoping for another night at the table
Either I go bust, fade into nothing
Or I find my fortune and live on
…
The end feels already written
But is it merely ink on paper, or etched in stone?
Delicate, easily torn
Time after time I cast those stones back to its pinned head
Bloodied it raw — tore the faceless mass to ribbons
A pebble for every tear trapped behind a dry eye
A rock for every scream buried in a tight chest
…
I want to try something
It’s going to take a while
But I hope some friends will
Come along with me while they can
It won’t be easy
But I have to at least make an attempt
…
Memories of those I hate
Or hated
Still walk into the room some evenings
Looking, somehow, as shocked to see me
As I am angry to see them
…
Many anxious evenings
I want to burn every word I’ve written
…
Over a great bonfire of massive flames
Reaching for the atmosphere
Dreaming of visiting the stars
…
Breath so unrelenting
Until the last falls still
One day
It will all
…
Gazing across that river
Watching them on segments of their path
Visible from here
I have to wonder
Do I see them the same?
Call out my name
Shout it across the house to summon me
To the kitchen to cut vegetables with you
Sing it to me at sundown for soothing comfort
As if I myself am the sweet lullaby
…