Days

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Sep 26, 2021 

Days.
One after
the other.
Each
a cell
in a
long
running
movie.
A living
movie.
Preordained,
predetermined 
drama.
Each day
a cell
In a roll,
spinning 
roll.
Canned.
Already
in the
can.
A movie
already
made.
Playing
out
one day
to the
next.
History,
now,
tomorrow.
Written,
produced,
actors in
place.
Living
their roles.
Movie
plays on.
Already
in the
can.
Infinite 
movies
in the
can.
Everything
as written.

 

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