Tomorrow’s Man

Concrete breaths mark the next phase,

stone upon stone laid roughly in the earth.

Pathways to the stars run only through water,

where twinkling ripples melt repeatedly.

Reality comes in a steadfast sunrise;

gold absorbs but never reflects.

Such metal circles require greased extractions,

but the only pig fat comes from me.

Dead now, this aqualung heart submerged

in deepest darkness, bottom of the trench.

Tomorrow’s just another day, they say,

but who they are remains moot.


Thank you for reading

Richard

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