I do not wake in the place I slept.
The wind and the tide
Have, with our planet's orientation,
Created another world.
My view of all my yesterday's,
Must alter in the face of incoming realizations
That drive this eternal day
To places as yet unexplored.
Perhaps I will discover some commonality
With a neighbor previously dismissed?
Or frown at a new inconvenience,
And become irate with the morning fog?
We impose a vanity
Upon the apparent chaos,
To construct today's order,
And find some continuity that makes now possible.
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