There is little new in the world today
the new day and routine has set in
the radio repeats the headlines in dull drones
the sky slowly rolls out of sleep
the fight fills the fighters
and fear fills the empty
repeating itself endlessly
the day answers with infinity
opens and closes and hopes and dreams
the chance to breathe
the cup of mercy
bright chrome and dull dread
the sound of keys
and opening doors
the days fill up and empty
over and again but never the same
as before
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