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Tomorrow

A thousand miles away from you 
To the tomorrow, comes an ardent blood with new face
Where heart aches for lovers and for friends,
And woeful grace
Of lustful astrayed heads.

 Tomorrow in the galiot of afflicts
Sabotaging Lord's obsolete verdicts 
Riving seraphic appends 
And waylaying them to the deads.

 Tomorrow comes the sun, colour and flush
And anguish. Now let the ale wash 
Out of the evening, away from light
Lingering the days to murk from bright
Freezing the warm streams 
And debauch our rising dreams.

 Tomorrow man will 
Grabble to harm the flesh of his true mother
Abandoning his sons with bother.

 Today I found a little shell of oyster
Closed and dead 
With no pearl in its bed.

 I witnessed the ages passing 
And declared the era to end
In a round rot velvet case.
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  1. Unknown9 May 2017 at 14:19

    The wretched kind we are, even in these poetic lines it's so difficult to estimate the cost tomorrow is paying for today. Couldn't feel more anguished. Would love to see more something like this.

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