yes. new year.

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new, new new. here we go, pretending something new is past that wasn't past before, anciently needing to mark in time what does not move forward as we walk. I don't know why i wrote the poem below on december 18, but i read it yesterday and was intrigued by it. this year, i am in love, and leave behind the mistaken loves, the stones where i broke my own heart stumbling.


I am listing into grandeur
flying straight and flying on,
leaning sideways, aiming skyward
then careening to the dawn.

Gulls are crying laughing weeping
with the wonder of of what's gone
And the morning son comes peeking
over boundaries we've drawn

Then we chase him out and squall him
Leaving darkness to be on
pulling shadows up like blankets
fleecy covers warmly drawn

But the shadows are not fleecy
only light can warm the feet
only bread can fill the stomach
only lamb provides the meat

When we move to unknown places
when we go to where we dream
when the elbow of our reaching
bends our hands to mend the seam

When our mending cannot hold it
when the tear has rent too far
where the mourning is all seeping
where the past has left a scar

Here the blood and tears co-mingle
here the girls and boys collide
in the winter of a single
treasure-seeking pleasure ride

But the silence goes unspoken
and the dreams dissolve to dust
where the waking is the sleeping
and the breaking of the trust

Here we bore a hole in silence
here we crawl to depths unknown
till we find the sun's safekeeping
and the darkness turns to stone

But the morning will awaken
and the evening wakens too
all the stars awake and stutter,
sing--the dawning is in you.