New Next Day

In life man seeks the
uncertainty of the morrow
with hope and the
knowledge of defeated
yesterdays hallow ring
still resounding deep
in his ear. He looks
abreast for an extra step
amidst the pace of a
great march and seeks
the solace of a
new next day.

It is this great march
that keeps the nature
of the beast foraging.
Bursting forth. Giving
rise to the new next days
tomorrow.

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