Let’s meet Next Week we say
Potential drips off Next Week, it’s pores swelling with optimism,
A temporal surface still untarnished by to do’s, it carries the glossy veneer of foresight,
But Next Week is something of a deictic masterpiece,
Because when Next Week arrives, next week is still Next Week,
The word that is swallowed and regurgitated every 7 days,
It becomes something like a temporal mirage; you move towards it but never get any closer,
Lulled by it’s deceptively shimmery surface only to find gritty concrete on arrival,
You said Next Week last week, but I replied this week and swaddled your words in new meaning,
Next Week sounds good, I reply.
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