See you Tomorrow I don't even intend to know tomorrow so, television, magic mirror, cursed broadcast of doom come take a mandatory vow of stillness in my room to sit, and meditate in the corner for my in-between moments are far too scarce to be spent pounding my chest inside out days come scheduled as always regardless, and cracked ribs neither bend iron rails nor steer the fate these soothsayers are deluded liars picking the spot where hailstone pellets might land, and foolish too, are the ones who pay them to guess tomorrow come what may regardless of magic or prescience life still must be faced in its precise moment at the falling of the sword striking hard in the hour of great sorrow and my times of standstills have become luxuries as Tyrian purple and cobalt blue dragons in Chinese porcelain once were soon, like precious every bit of rice battered separated from the husk by toil and bloodied
