Each day overlaps the one before
The end is not as sudden as the clock’s.
Now I sort out stuff from off the floor.
In our dreams, we find the image store;
Turn the key and open up the box
Each day overlaps the day before
The future, too, lives partly in our core.
Yet there is an energy that blocks
And tosses symbols back, not wanting more.
Did contempt give birth to Storm troops at the door?
For armistice is but defeat half cocked.
Each day remembers half the day before
Dishonour is a path to further war.
Respect must be the way to better plots
Now I tend the injured on the floor.
The message hides inside grandfather’s pot
Where once loose tea with brandy used to sit
Each day lingers on the day before
Now decipher what the liars saw.