Tomorrow Calls
Perception
lives within itself
with no start or end
Reflection
puts the moment straight
when confusion bends
Prescience
is tomorrow calling
to damn or save
Conscience
the only thing you’ll carry
— beyond the grave
(Dreamsleep: August, 2026)
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