the next

promise of the next sunrise
the thought that lingers there
just out of reach
the next thing
waiting to be done or known
a self-manufactured guarantee
that tomorrow sun will rise
and that we will be there to know it
the night’s rest being just one long
held breath
in a sea of monsters
like moments passing
along a straight line
without the concept of that line

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