We mistake our opulent palaces of ice
for mansions of solid stone,
the sun will come up tomorrow
it did yesterday,
and the day before,
and the day before that…
But predictability is an empty promise.
Each moment we experience
is predicated upon the illusion of tomorrow.
the pieces will fall into place;
from the perspective of tomorrow
it will all make sense.
So we turn our sights
on the coming dawn
and place our faith in a moment that may never come.
And the sun that warms us
can melt our homes of suspended water
and turn us to dust.
(4- 20- 12)
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