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Will I see a new born day?
A new born day soaring at its best from dawn’s wake,
Perking up the obverse of summer’s gravid clouds,
And as much as necessary bring light to the world…

Will I see the virgin moon flouting heavens to set alight a new day?
Will I see much of a cherubic fall, drops less intermittent?
Rain! Rain, rain for an African to plait harrows across soils blest enough to give life to crops,

Will I see myself better than reflections on that cheval glass?
Highly motivated and self-driven indeed
To rather die on mine feet than live on my knees,

Will I hear lies and false truths a little less enough?
Politics and blares too;
Will I sing heaven shall wait when old passions shudder?
Love dipping minds and hearts with love that truly loves
Will I see all that?
Love and much love in return for love and much much love.

Will I beyond doubt ingratiate myself with the poets?
To see poets write new poems anew
Or poets write old poems and poems new,
I still wonder and wander still…
Is there beyond today any possible tomorrow?