Arise, new day, your way much like the last,
one footstep forward further from the past;
and in your wake leave only settling dust
that would try to preserve because it must,
or else subside to shadows that soon fade
as from their brittle bones new day is made.
Arise, new day, your time has surely come!
Your heartbeat echoes last night’s funeral drum,
and pulses with the force of health and light
along the pale horizon, left to right.
Arise, new day, waste not a single breath;
lest you, too, slip complacent into death.
12 DEC 2008
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