Strange Todays


Today is going to make

a strange yesterday.

It’s gonna leave a mark

on your face.

There’s no quieting the insane;

once it’s gone,

you have nothing

to leave in its place.


Time and space,

just like a kind of magic.

You exist,

woven in the fabric.

A tear,

here or there,

a little frayed from wear.

This whole world

will come apart

and you won’t be here to care.


So you sit there,

and the only new thing

under the Sun

is what’s running through your head.

You make these strange todays,

hoping you can pull a thread.

And maybe,

move the pattern

just a strand.

What are you dying

to understand?



HG – 2021

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