the days

each day
a different weather
each day a
different burden
each day a different
word
holding it together

the days
we step forward
into them
not knowing the
why or how or
when of every minute
borne - and bear them

we do or do
not depending on
capacity but
one way or another
they go into
history and infinity
every breath counted
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