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Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Forward

Three hundred sixty five
days open and shut, darkness
and light, and we're here
again, this arbitrary line
that the earth and stars
disregard, operating on
their own silent clocks
but, still, time (a gift!) to
think of a similar line in
between this now and the next,
each ripe to begin--

So, universe,
let me look forward
using vision (in all its senses),
let me see color and shape
emerge from the dawn of
each future moment, to
look forward at least as much
as I reach back to those
familiar comforts (even when
they are sharp and hard),
forward, into that which
only seems like a void,
leaping and large.

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