(136) July 9, 2010: No Tomorrow

NO TOMORROW

The ceiling fan is spinning down
It's temporary airy sound.
There's nothing true that I can borrow;
Today's today there's no tomorrow.

My love's asleep beside me here,
Her quiet breathing, Time's frontier,
A steady speeding golden arrow;
Today's today there's no tomorrow.

I'm covered by these crimson sheets,
I feel my heart's insistent beats,
My blood the gift of bone and marrow;
Today's today there's no tomorrow

The sky is clear, the air is thin,
The mind it's play begins again.
It's time to climb Mount Kilimanjaro;
Today's today there's no tomorrow.

D. Edgar Lamp

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