DO IT LIKE TODAY
I really mean it. Make that noontime
swagger fade, come out to the dawn's
own early light. Going past anything
before, you will clearly see: the grass
in the cemetery is white with wetness,
a glistening gauze of raiment now signalling
the dead to arise - a semaphore-vision
of fear and trembling. In one part of the
sky, a thin sliver of new moon shyly fades,
while, in another part nearby, the newest
sun begins to blaze. I am nothing, and
I am a part of all this.
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