The sand drips, unleashes new shapes
and with it a vacuum of things gone by.
Look at the hollows of anticipation
as the fulfilled sand recedes to shape up
in a soon to be upturned volume that’s Life.
Wave at events as they corrode
the venial past and pave way for
new mistakes committed only to
remind you of their ghosts.
The ghosts that haunt till eternity.
Raise thy hand to pledge for a
whole new insanity called improvement.
Close you eyes to fake determination
as open ones see through reality.
The sights that is so ethereally real.
Exult in joy of crossing a border
made by yourself that’s as meaningless
as its intent.
Exult in relief of having crossed a milestone
even as you squint to see the writings on the wall.
The walls that are all botched with ugly nothings.
Oh what do we see in this new time?
What benefits disgusting or sublime?
I have no real joy leave alone something fringe
I smile, I wave say Happy New Year and cringe.
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