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
White moon rising high
What does this subconscious mind
Need to tell this world
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 find myself calmed
Somehow in this acceptance
…
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
…
Hopeful morning light:
I bask in warm reflections
Friend’s kind compassion
For M., dear writing friend
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
…