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Looking Forward to It

Tomorrow,
in the world
of the almost
never, I del
iver. As in,
you know,
do it. Only
it’s tonight
and I’m no
groundhog.
I don’t think
so. Nope, I
don’t, in this
sink or swim
universe (all
four thousand
sixty-six of
them).
These few
thoughts
gird the
landscape
of our pur
view, until
noon. Or
thereab
outs.
I sin
cerely.
I, a simp,
simply
cannot
wait to
meet
you.
This
was
said
to the
flying butt
resses that
held up the
clouds in our
purview. They
were legion, the
buttresses, our
thoughts, the
clouds, tonight,
tomorrow and
around about
noon.