Tomorrow holds wonders nigh impossible to fathom,
The very notion of tomorrow trivializes the nature of this present day.
To know that today’s misadventure will die to convex edge of tomorrow’s dagger,
The holy yesterday cutter, day stabber,
Time stutters when forced to not matter.
The very notion of the next threatens the dream of today,
A dream of finite possibilities demanded to stay in shape;
I need recognize the next day lest the glass on my telescope cracks-
And I was not present where I was.
I need to be here, right now, for me.
I need to be held in my strong arms until my biceps sweat from my body heat,
I need that peace that only I can bring and I need that peace today, not tomorrow-
Because the very notion of tomorrow trivializes the very existence of my present day.