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today's poem is done
the poem of tomorrow also
today i write for after
i write for saturday
for the saturday i may not see
as believers say, it's on god will
and i, believe?
on the notion of believing
believe
maybe but i don't want to think about it
not want to tire you with my dilemmas
i can only tire you out
with the doubt of not knowing
if i will publish today
if i publish tomorrow what i wrote today
if i publish saturday
what i wrote today
from the next seconds depending
of each one of them
the nostalgia on them
in each
there is an adventure
i'll live predestinately
expecting to publish
what is already past
less
the next
line
and this and all the following
they are a few seconds to be published
unless it falls now a struck on me
mere seconds before pressing the button
publish
now