it is as if
two different days are aborning;
To the west fog pervades, endures,
Sheets of condensation window adorning,
Make the fog in~penetrable

But to the east the peekaboo rays
Of an early rising yet hidden sun,
Kids us with hints of melliferous rays, shadows
and shades, what might yet be a glorious day

This debate will be one,
this debate will be WON,

Sipping lukewarm coffee, reheated  hot or cold, I watch the battle Royale, and care not which words
here are capitalized
and which words are minimized

It is a struggle for my voice and the voice recognition
of my phone, to sort out the important and the riffraff;
In fact, isn't that always a struggle, for all of us,
All of the time?

just as the sun,
inevitably, and inimitably,
will decide
To accept a decision by a
Higher authority

I r r e s p e c t i v e of my opinion

But I have an opinion,
And that is what matters