And this tomorrow

How far is the world of song from this
Song   how tame
       belief/shore/trick of
       time

How far is the theme of art from this
Heart  given
       syllable/tenor/bauble of
       hark

How far is the game of rules from this
Gruel  shame
       bellows/wandering/thaw of
       quiet

“I do not need freedom when I’m dead.
I cannot live on tomorrow’s bread.”

Langston Hughes

And this tomorrow   I am afraid
    Wilt/smother    I am afraid

The dead are made, the
    Round                scared
    Will the seeker anticipate?

I do not need freedom
    For this I am dead,  scared
    And fortunate to  speculate

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