Tomorrow (The Double by Dostoevsky) (day 3000)

Tomorrow’s another day
Broken off and delayed
For a ghost has passed on through,
Spoken for a few.
And memory cannot pursue
What slanders overgrew
Like a lion amidst the chaos
He shall find the torn cloth.
What’s spoken could be mistaken
To proud to pass away
Unseen and unheard
Distance to a blockard
Dastardly and disheveled
To await another day.

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