And We Will Not Escape Today

A Year of Sonnets — 027/365

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Calamity will own you, so desist
in trying, love, you’ll grind away your light.
I know it seems so simple, some insist
that, someday, something comes of this long fight.

So you will hope, and build toward the day
when every star aligns, aright, acute,
and Heaven condescends with a display,
to crown you for your effort, resolute
and good — but, love, that day will never dawn,
and disappointment breaks us in the end.
So do not try, lest grief should set upon
your mortal soul. It’s best to not depend
on miracles, the sweat of your own brow.
Invest not in tomorrow — only now.

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