this day

by mistersoto

this day
in gradual formation
with it’s unobserved
occurrences
that come to life
and depart
indifferently

this day’s
open and close
exists fully
into it’s deepest
corners
detects me
and moves on

this day
it’s undulations
and silent life
mirror those gone before
and those yet to bloom
a quiet progress
advancing
beyond narrative’s end

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