THE DAYS
so much left back there’s
barely a muscle thread
to hold today
the scree days scatter
the thoughts
barely a foothold on
today yes
there was yesterday
before yesterday
barely
a breath to taste the tears
but a waterfall falls falls
into the chasm
there it is past emerging
there it hands off
not this way
FORBIDDEN
today
yesterday
before yesterday
barely tomorrow
and you tell me
to hold on
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