This Day - 1

This day. This moment teetering on the brink of the next

But this day Which one may know by fog mist on lake tops By washed alleys and wet streets

Break turgid heaven Spill your contents in powdered expectation

No wasteland no promise

You shall know this day by its imprinting

Where you beheld Poseidon next to the shy girl in the corner

You shall know this day by its eviction odor Where smells abjure transience The day being rife with implication and beckoning cobblestone

You shall know this day by its promise

Then you will perform the treason quelling Either with delicate attentions Or which is the more like The wrecking ball emancipation

Then with paucity sense keening the drip, drip, drip dirges

You will suck stolid breath taste its quintessence And this action will give you truclulence And truculence, fervor And fervor, resilience And resilience, age

This day.

This moment teetering on the brink of the next