Thrashing in my sleep/in my
tossing turning wrapping burning
sheets stretching irksome
world of mad dreams and sad
reflections; I create the shadow
the inky stain of regret that falls
under my feet/that as a
cancer edges upwards along
narrow lines of convergence and
collaboration; the need to feel
when feeling has never been
anything other than sadness/than
a perspective on my madness

Yesterday I was a shadow a passing remark
Today I am more me than possible yesterday
Tomorrow shames me how less I am today

This day this day will arise in a
transverse manor a different view
with majestic articles of faith of
clear energy toward a moment
minute hour a day all wrapped and
ready for delivery…this day will
create what has never succeeded
has never been attempted
has waited in small patience
and outsized expectation this day
will a shining start make a blazing
glory the mid-sentence stumble
toward everlasting greatness

Yesterday I was a shadow a passing remark
Today I am more me than possible yesterday
Tomorrow shames me how less I am today

Realization awakes along with
me along with sifting silence waiting
for me on chairs on tables on the
path toward the rest of the day; today
recedes into less than greatness
and glory/it is today it is another
photo of another me waiting again
and again for change external while
knowing change internal is the only
path toward difference toward the
expectation of who I am when I am
more than who I should be.

Yesterday 
Today 
Tomorrow 
Milestones
Of not being done.