Every Day Is Never (From, Myspace) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Every day is never here the same
Sweet gatherings of down and above around
What time does dare with its passing on flame
Into the lying of infinity found

Down to anything still discovering
Like yesterdays uncanned safe and known dreams
The within of human souls hovering
Like the carrying river of weaving deems

Clusters of the simple ever and ever
What does have the courage to stand or sit
The going of sensations to the never
In its little congregation around hit

Infinities content of inches looks
The gathering of making to printable books

(After a somewhat in depth study of - “of Ever-Ever Land I speak” by E. E. Cumming)