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I’m not

gonna write

a New Year’s Day poem

on New Year’s Eve

when all I can do

is feel my head

a throbbing

to the pulse of mead

and the still Viking night

is cold and rainy

and I make my peace

with the sinister fiends

who plot to suppress me;

the chanting druids

are dislodged in history

and I feel

delusions of grandeur

here in miserable weather

and the ever popular

creeping malaise

with the despair mounting

and the science of art

becoming more

and more understood

but

we still don’t grasp it

as the sand

slips through our fingers

and the time just

fades away’

into nothingness

but the washing waters

still break waves

over us

purifying what’s left

of our decaying souls

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