you must first come daylight wipe fingerprints from your lens leftover pain from yesterday or darker nights when you had to know what time it was your vision will be clearer today
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.