Day (Poetry)

When the last day surrenders to the first 
Devil in a box, my mistakes are made for me
The cycle rolls in a measured wash, spinning with the same price 
Steady walk, violently put together 
Inevitable crawl, numbed with pleasure 
I'm a stranger to you now 

Never again is just a petting drab 
Like the predictability of a shit reincarnation 
Starved mad with a senile cage 
Now I see the full moon mid day 
I've never seen a night so bright 

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