Does the day begin
merely with the sunrise?
Does the day begin
when our eyes flutter
back into consciousness?
Does the day begin
when I kiss you?
Our days are always
beginning
Our days are always
ending
Our days are always
holding hands
unable to let go
of one another
This life
These days
Moving through them
Moving through us as well
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