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Thursday, December 31, 2015

Old Years Every Year

Grey sky replete with hazed stars, gleaming as they peek with brightened sight amidst night's ink,
The old year wanes, leaning upon sharp moments threatening, sabre-like, hope's heart:
Imagined edges felt, and seen, and known.

Screen-like, they whiz across our wizened views, behind eyelids made to sting with "now!",
The everyday shock of today's world, screaming progress, yet whispering "regress, relent...release!"

We know ourselves daily, and yet, feel more distant from the human parts, as seconds tick by...
Immersed in a flood a half world away, reaching towards flickering images of hunger
Which might know our flung rice, our flung prayers....our muttered curses at
Power greater, that has no
Time! we say. Time.
....marching on, its relentless beats mark the passage
Upon us, within us, around us,

We wave to no one, and everyone,