cannot eat yesterday's breakfast-sands in our glass
slip silicon chips in to a new ear-hear dreams auricles
curling trust in betterment(knowing continuance
trusting prosperity(knowing poverty/comparing Paradises
to see whose is bigger/better/braver/sweeter
like comparing ghost lovers or banquets devoured
this year whimpers to Janus door and dares look backwards
All that has happened before will not make more,nor better
We carry pains and pleasures across our excess baggage claims
seek to slip away from weights of past gravities
emerge as fresh as lack of memory can manage
wheel ourselves into a second hand year
creak December in to January's underwear
emerge neither wiser nor better-just here
and hearing,open and loving-to meet the new with as much Light
as we can love this present moment now
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