Make use of the day, and all its notes.
It's never completely new.
There are blooms and fallen feathers
Left over from yesterday,
Folded into the fresh flowers and new life,
And the new thoughts that are
Tumbling in your head while you
Through each single second.
The day takes shape;
Full of layers and footholds;
Atmospheres that you would swear move faster than others,
All set inside edges that
Undulate and curve softly between all of the harsh
Runs and rises that move the day to its
You can't help but launch tomorrow,
Upon which you can stand and peek at the day after, and
Change whatever you want.
At the least flutter in your