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No year so plain

as this one flat 									    
as Kansas, though we trek on. 

Days glisten by like 
refracted sun through car door windows,

self-thought drowned out under
the hiss of city-industry.

Years and months and days
blend to nothing 

but a single question
on a 10th grade World History exam.







Studied like a nest of ants

of molten marinara dropped to a 
unforgiving floor only to be sponged away;
a mess of indistinguishable experiences. 

Minds sealed, arms crossed.

The man peers behind the great curtain 
“Stop it young man”, says a voice in the crowd. 
“Focus on your act.” 


Imprinting footsteps no different, 
than our parents’ 

Tomorrow is not to come without
the completion of today. 
now ask: why tomorrow?

Energy, vibrance. Soaked up 
from equally dried souls. 

We pen our day to another us to complete 	

Pre-Final Edits (before giving in to McFee's comments, which I didn't agree with)

No year so plain, 									
as this one. still 									    

we all strive ‘forward’.

Days glisten by like 
refracted sun through car door windows,

self-thought drowned out under
the hiss of city-industry.

First months, then scores, now generations
blend to nothing 

but a single question
on a 10th grade World History exam. 
 



Studied like a nest of ants

of molten marinara dropped to a 
unforgiving floor only to be sponged away;
a mess of indistinguishable experiences. 

Minds sealed, arms crossed.

The man peers behind the great curtain 
“Stop it young man”, says a voice in the crowd. 
“Focus on your act.” 


Imprinting footsteps no different, 
than our parents’ 

Tomorrow is not to come without
the completion of today. 
now ask: why tomorrow?

Energy, vibrance. Soaked up 
from equally dried souls. 

We pen our day to another us to complete