Tomorrow

it comes with additives
and unseasoned water that has a taste.
it is no different from before
or fortnight, or a memory.
a said deed
a sad key.
a blank tile
an electric fence.
a jump cable for weak pasts.
rain that pours back into the sky
a flower needs roots.
a light that could end
heaven,
hell
or just a fascinating late tale.

Ruddapoet