December

Just a blur of days —

Moments crashing into moments

And only the feelings remain

 

It’s the same fourteen faces

in different permutations of laughter

and locales and levity

 

but there is a heaviness, as well,

and it cannot be helped

for the air is also thick with fear

and longing and admonition.

 

But this is where we find ourselves

caught between the last few days,

pressed hard against the remaining

nights and days

 

before the sun rises

under a different name

and the stars approach

their supernova

 

We come near to the end

only to begin again

but these feelings will linger

 

the memories are held

closer to our hearts

as we shut our eyelids

with the force of gravity

 

This moment, right now,

will be history

and memory

 

that is my prophecy

which I share with you,

here, at the end

of the end of the year

 

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