untitled (may 2020 #2)

Collecting days how you might stamps.

Yesterday had licked the same
Although it had looked
More smudged by comparison,

Today I saw human profiles
In the cracks that the Earth
Made.

Tomorrow I will imagine
That I’m walking around a photograph
(To see if it comes true).

I like to think that the world is
(Not was)
Built in one
(Not six)
Days for me
(Not him).

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