these are
tomorrows golden days
cos
everything
falls apart
one way or another
despite velcro
cement and rebar
and
our
hungry clutching paws
and i cant always be a machine
when time goes bouncing
all
around
these indoor rooms
so today is next weeks
halcyon seaside dream
and
now
whats
this
thing
now
coming always toward my eyes . . ?
from quora.com
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