With quintessential eulogy
each of us says goodbye to yesterday,
and greets tomorrow
with some degree of the unknown.
We all happen to approach time
with insecure pressure.
Like a xenophobe,
we guard each night with opaque vex,
as once again the asperity of midnight
leaves another scar.
As dawn approaches,
the red force of the burning sun
begins to bleed across
the early cloud covered sky.
Once again,
the law of the universe shall kill the whim
of justice,
and time shall treat us with today,
until another zone
of darkness descends.
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