With each passing day, a thought engulfs me--
As to what remained of yesterday would become.
Apparently the curtain moves, even with the morn.
The sun burns, selfless in resolve to better the earth
The buzz heard in silence all around to deliberate life.
Here I am, up and about doing chores, routine work.
The seclusion from daily disdain, practical thought
Prepares...
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