More of the same.
Well wishers
and freaks of false hopes
in holiday garb.
The end of continuum
comes and interrupts
peaceful coexistence
in the natural world.
Beast is unburdened
Wishing for sameness -
sleep connects his purpose
and I am of another.
Wandering
in blind devotion to indefinable guides
of ancestral dead
Calendar ticking
in silent rhythm
pages turned and revelation
scatters and truth remains undiscovered.
Time does not reward
intent -
for humanity
is flawed and perfect
when viewed from a distance
where my soul survives.
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