An Immortal Day

so very, very long an immortal day.
no dark for the light, no day for the night,
no winds of change to make yesterday new.
no death to wake life from its slumber.

a world of ex’s that never grow old, that
never grow weary, that never tire and
go away; and all of them so very much
the same.

black without white, blossom without
blight, no summer’s memory for a cold
winter’s season, no waking from sleep
to a new, unbroken day, no fruit untasted.

a world awash with used and tired things,
like a second hand store, where all things
have been shined, to rob them of their character,
old shiny coats sleeves next to new.

so very,very long, an immortal day must be,
that I have no desire but to avoid it.
give me my age, and a quiet day to die
and all that I could ask to test my youth against.

one glorious day against eternity, if that is
all that I can master.
one glorious day against eternity, to test
my youth against, when all is said and done.