Through a glass darkly

Another day of sandwiches and beer,
then you tinker with a poem or two,
wonder what you need to do,
decide that nothing now is clear.

You glance behind and peer ahead,
shrug and settle into gloom,
cast your eyes around the room;
hope to dream but lie awake instead.

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