Today, I try to write better than yesterday.
I revise the poem I began yesterday,
I make yesterday’s story scenes come clean.
By that logic,
tomorrow I will write better than today,
I will improve what I do right now.
What a trick present,
cyclicly losing to my future self,
and winning over my past–
how long can my uphill climb last?
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