12/31/25
When my world was fresher,
Crowded,
It was cracking thickest ice
And crawling free
Onto an invigorating virgin earth exotic.
Now,
Midnight's a digital glow of changing numbers,
Strangers on the television kissing
To loud music by the bands once famous,
A failed attempt to conjure
Magical renewals,
Sips of carbonated water
With a few potato chips,
A shift from empty couch to empty bed
Onto another flat robotic tomorrow.
- 12/31/25
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