Six Notebooks

Some mornings 
           Some days 
                        Are like 
                                       Yesterday 
Like yester 
                              Day 
     Never being 
                    In 
            Sync 
Like no 
                Moment 
             Of 
    Anything 
                                Flowing 
Like a whole 
     Day of 
        Bashing 
Against rocks 
                        A stream of eddies 
                              Some days 
                                                   Arejustlikethat 
A day 
            On the river 
                     Banging against rocks 
                                    And 
                       Swirling in eddies 
                                a day of 
                                                Rancid backwaters 
                                                           Some days 
                                                                 Are just this 
                                    Swirling, banging, rancid 
 
Crawling into bed 
With a single thought 
Maybe tomorrow 
Will be just 
Just 
A little bit 
A little bit 
Less 
Less of 
Less of that 
 
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