Watching another day fade, people put their cigarettes out
in the filling ashtrays. We find our abilities to grow
and change begin to dull at the end of each day,
and each after this one. The blade losing its edge;
the cracks showing in the surface of the skin.
The interest in possibility is subsumed
by the continuing difficulites of our jobs
and tonight's television broadcast.
Quietly, we come to our beds,
the list of so many things left undone.
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