Pete Zaesar Galula - M-W-F

Monday,
same old songs
of earth and sky
and the mysterious gravitation
of the full moon,
and the universal forces
pulling and pushing
my spirirt,
divided into longitudes
and latitudes of boredom

Wednesday, Friday
only mirrors of Monday
unless,
if your shadow passes by,
it's a different day,
a different day
it would be

Pete Zaesar Galula

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