Today’s sunshine is pretty then the last
There is something horrific about tomorrow
It comes while we are waiting for it
Like glimmers of inevitability, necessary movement
Until we are as helpless as we were yesterday
Pondering the windows, I see
Through the lives of who we were
It is not important, people
Come and go, like the sunshine
Today’s sunshine is prettier perhaps
It is all a matter of perspective
To let things get so bad, until
We can no longer continue on the same
Like a love that outlives it’s muse
Like a life that no longer has purpose
Will the sun ever tire of her extraordinary plots?
All the creatures that prosper under his thrills
Light, the bare necessity, the heightened suspense
Of the pure sunshine of brighter necessities
Where we lay down in the nude, for futurity –
To become a new person, to reincarnate.
Wuji Seshat 