Uncertainty

A shrinking habit to each what if;
nine prayers withdrawn from every act,
adjourned until 'fate would have us'
O lipped and ownless in our court.
Tomorrow is Debt!
We bawl
Tomorrow must never find us!
Half hearthed in our 'at some point's' while
half a bloodlocked torso gongs in
thrusting seas of
could have beens.

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