Tomorrow I’ll be green again.
Tomorrow I’m the one who takes the fall
To figure out the convoluted ways
In which the jade perverts my skin
Today is all awash in misdirected emphases,
In biased streams of sage
To burn like pictures in the sink,
And it’s today that begs the question
Whether rising to occasion simply
Highlights all the fallen parts,
So all the tired inklings
And the hardly tried intentions
Are the best I’ll ever do
Above this grass,
Before this sleep.
Tomorrow I’ll be green again,
Tomorrow, when I take the fall
And leave off all the fallacies
To take my place in emerald
Where today can hardly be.