A brand new day
whatever the date or name
call it (by) you may
Sun rising or hiding,
bright or mild,
or not making itself even felt
Seas ebbing or tiding,
in the distance or nearby,
Each wave new
although selfsame
(in sound, in shape)
Wind blowing fast or slow,
breeze passing by
lazy for a change
Scaffolds and frames
and even the events it contains/its contents
may be just like any
of the many yesterdays
Yet, unlike anything
even itself
An event in billenia/ billions/ countless
of possibilities
Galaxies, stars, planets
and even cosmic debris nameless
Coming to the exact/ precise
place/ configuration intricate
that'll remain ever the unknown
Went into bringing this day,
this moment,
to me, to us each
The one I (get to) decide/ choose
to pause and feel
and scribe/ scribble about
for posterity
For, in the unreigned
realms of memory
This is just like any
of the many
forgettable days
that got called/ labelled/ named
Monday, the fifth of June
(Of the year) Twenty Twenty-Three
(To make it just
enough of a
make-believe memory)
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