That I repeat myself
\nis not as important
\nas how I repeat myself.
\nDid the sun not rise yesterday
\nand break again
\nsome heart in the romance of rising?
\nThe same and not the same.
\nAnd yesterday
\nthe postman delivered his mail.
\nAnd today, Tom comes
\nwith his letters
\nthat speak with different voices,
\ntell me things I never knew,<\/p>\n
And like yesterday
\nI look for the absent letter,
\nthat announces its silence
\nevery day.
\nWill it come sometime and say,
\nI\u2019m sorry
\nI have forgotten you.
\nYes,
\nlove is here
\nand always will be.<\/p>\n
So the cosmic things
\nand little things
\ncosmic in their pain,
\nrepeat and repeat,
\nand we are never bored.
\nI will tell you again what happens
\nwhen you ask,
\nHow are you? What\u2019s new?
\nAnd say,
\neverything\u2019s the same
\nas I was yesterday,
\nbrand new at sunrise.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
That I repeat myself is not as important as how I repeat myself. Did the sun not rise yesterday and break again some heart in…<\/p>\n