Tomorrow I may recite a parable
I do not know tonight. In those
hours between the day’s crimson
sunset and whatever these
forthcoming hours shall bear,
I will surely learn something
worthy of this guileless ambition.
Is this promise or premonition,
or at 3:52 a.m. have I simply
shattered the dream-like trance to
arrive at this state of confusion.

01/17/2023                                                                                                 j.g.l.