Tomorrow

Woven threads and gentle folds
Sequins reflecting a lost light
Towers of thought beyond empty scaffolds
Delicacy embroidered, hiding in plain sight 

A gown of hope with a lining of treason
Heavy hand feigning fancy gestures 
Innocent children of daylight in prison
I'm afraid you come with the wrong questions

The artist dreamt of the gown 
Asleep in his faithless cage 
The first star after the sundown 
Expectations fall apart as they age 

I've seen many such pieces
Fall from a promised glory of morrow 
Back to shreds of mortifying creases
I don't seem to know a tomorrow

No, I don't seem to know a tomorrow.

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