We never start and never cease
Between admittance and release
Onto and off this highway-road
Down which we haul our psychic load.
So why, then, should I make this date
A special one to contemplate
The destination and the route
Of this prolonged 4D commute?
Nothing meaningful has changed
No friend's life ends. Mine's not
re'ranged.
Tomorrow will match yesterday.
I've changed in neither mind nor way.
No new semester, nor change in season.
No hint of meaning-bearing reason,
and since I find this day's not better,
I shall not write another letter.
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