New day
Because I said so
Because I keep saying it
Because no matter what I say
It keeps happening
Repeating, swerving
The same day
Over and over
Like a spiral moving forward
Revisiting the same arches
But in a different
Space, a future space
In comparison
To a past
artificial objects
sweet and sour drops
under the tongue
twisting
Past is in my left hand
And with future in my right
I juggle
And lick up the juices
Made from dropping
It all
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