about tomorrow


karma is
my fist knocking your ass
to Cleveland before the rest of you
has opened the map
only you will not remember
when I made the promise


karma is
my kiss touching
the bruise over your soul
and cradling
the gaze of your weary eyes
while you dream


karma is
always a work in progress

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