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 hands
peace has increasingly become rather rare, fleeting
strip-mined and processed somewhere, imported from overseas
shipped, tagged, hoarded, and levied with exorbitant duties
sold freeze-dried and neatly packaged.
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