Always walk ahead?
And look forward?
How about sitting down here?
How about seeking no more?
Why are Sun-sets an obligation to remember?
Why should last rays command all the attention
Accumulate mossy pain?
Why should Silence make you haloed?
Why shouldn't noise
Usher the belligerent dance
Of Breath, Of refusal?
Of Madness?
Why should Desire lead to blind alleys?
Why not to Sun-rise and more Orange?
Why should I not have my Todays?
Why should Yesterdays be deceiving always?
When you arrive someday
With those worshiped Tomorrows,
I shall greet your unknown face
With my unknown.
Dried in the Healthy Sun,
My soul in dead
Pickle-jars
Now seeks nemesis.
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