“I can’t afford to lose valuable energy on things that aren’t as important.”
My day is sculpted until I whisper
my night’s budding dance
warm like children’s song.
On my pillows I miss the minutes,
but I smile inside
because this day is mine.
Always, I push my skies until hell,
but my grins overflow <
greener than Saturday blooming.
But, my eyes feel –
every urging minute
trampling all fumbling questions –
until the only answer is later,
and the snows melt the promises away.
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