...and shine

And we’re sitting
A table, a newspaper, two mugs, some fruit,
closing and opening eyelids, blinding and revealing the obstacles
between
coffee stained breath and early aching everything-
silent separate songs
of crunching and anxious mumblings of today’s monotony,
which sounds suspiciously like yesterday’s
insanity,
tapping your foot and shaking your head
like its all new just to keep
sane-
which can’t be easy
when your brightest moments
happen in the dark
and the more you live
the greater the danger of dying,
and you know nothing is alone
in the famed manyfish sea,
because
you know the perfect fit for your left hand
is the interlaced symmetry
of your right-
the bittersweet comfort
of knowing you are always with you and
knowing you are ALWAYS with you.
And tomorrow will be like today
whether or not you button your pants
or someone likes your face,
the difference,
what matters,
is today’s reason
why you abandoned a dream
and agreed to a nightmare.