I remember yesterday stomping on
my feet
Even after today did the same.

Day after day duplicates itself
In front of me,
Differentiated only by the sun
That plummets below the horizon
Every once in a while.

The night drapes over the hemisphere,
And I sleep uncomfortably,
Dreaming about
Day after Day after Day after Day
of xeroxed imperfection
That will soon force its way
Into the glow of the morning.