What Did You Expect

What did you expect on your way to shared sanctuary today? Did you expect to return unchanged? The same as that earlier person on your way? What would be your purpose for participating in this faithful revolution with such slight anticipation? What did you mean when you said, about tomorrow, It already is only the other side of this cameo-staged day? The other side of yesterday Each day as unique as fingerprints worn down and raised up pressed out to regrow in harmed and healed ridged and faded miraculous unchanging change between yesterday and tomorrow's seamless identity. On your way up and out this morning, did you truly expect to go to sleep tonight the same person, a day older but probably not sufficiently wiser? On your way to sleep tonight, rooted in yesterday's warm and cold experience, why wouldn't you expect to arise tomorrow in the second half of this conscious time, changed by dreams of risky adventures in unchanging opportunistic sanctuary? Anonymous personal expectation for intimate political anticipation Withdrawn from constant shadow drawn toward changing light.