But what we did was the day before
that caused us to hover over peaks…
admiring the white, hot gold of the noonday.
Seems we’ve fallen, dear, down the rough slide
and “the day before,” is what we say.
No, I just can’t stay.

I’ve felt the boundaries growing farther
and a scratch on the moon
draws me away.
Seems I’ve fallen, dear,
and I just can’t stay.
I’m gone, like yesterday


S.W.Tucker

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