Only tomorrow does today
Clarify its passage
I sit on the edge of my seat
And wait for its little package
Of odors and echoes and tastes
Nothing’s forgotten but
Some things stand out
As surprises and defeats
Every day I try to see
How yesterday was stolen
Replaced by new clues
How the through-line faltered
How those mysterious deaths led me on
In hot and cold pursuit
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