I’ve been trying to live my life lately

as if tomorrow’s tomorrow will never come.

After seeing angels fall from grace

and demons grow beards and walk with canes.

I realize my time here was gifted

By a man with no face.

So I take each morning,

fold it up in my backpack

and head out for the sunrise.

I kiss each evening on the lips

and tuck in my fears of what is to come.