Each day overlaps the day before

Each day overlaps the one before
The end is not as sudden as the clock’s.
Now I sort out stuff from off the floor.

In our dreams, we  find the  image store;
Turn the key and open up the box
Each day overlaps the day before

The future, too, lives partly in our core.
Yet  there is an energy  that blocks
And tosses symbols back, not wanting more.

Did contempt give birth to  Storm troops at the door?
For armistice is but defeat half cocked.
Each day  remembers half the day before

Dishonour is a path to further war.
Respect must  be the way to better plots
Now I tend the injured on the floor.

The message hides inside  grandfather’s  pot
Where once loose tea  with brandy used to sit
Each day lingers  on the day before
Now decipher what the liars saw.