Tomorrow’s Man

Concrete breaths mark the next phase,

stone upon stone laid roughly in the earth.

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Pathways to the stars run only through water,

where twinkling ripples melt repeatedly.

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Reality comes in a steadfast sunrise;

gold absorbs but never reflects.

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Such metal circles require greased extractions,

but the only pig fat comes from me.

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Dead now, this aqualung heart submerged

in deepest darkness, bottom of the trench.

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Tomorrow’s just another day, they say,

but who they are remains moot.


Thank you for reading

Richard

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