Thursday, December 31, 2009

The New Year

Everything that has piled up
or has gathered here,
or has come to be

will go, within
this awaited night,
to be archived, to be
made real within

my continued, young exsistence.


that I have seen,
that I have felt,
that I know to have happened,
will go, within
this fearful night

to be engraved, to be written
in stone.

The turnings of this planet,
the turnings of the moon,
and the way we all spun and revolved:

will go, within
this precious night
to be archived, to be
made real.

There is no turning back now.

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