Tomorrow - Poem by Morgan Michaels
Tomorrow, in you haven find
all whom specters of the past oppress
hospice of the hopeless, hoping, no less,
to leave ignominies behind.
The debtor, the lover, the murderer, they
pursue you-racing a step ahead,
you hitch your hems and quicken your tread
and bid them bide just one more day.
Down the road you re-trick your beams
and as before as lovely shine
Morgan, manana, domani, demain-
Promise the same by any name
Copious teat of anyone's dreams
Mortgaged to you let us live, amen!
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