Ever since
before the
dawn,
we haven’t
been
remotely sure
what’s going
on.
We don’t know
squat about
a tittle or a
jot.
And so we sit
around a lot,
above, below,
beyond --
backward,
forward,
faces drawn,
heading toward
the butt end
of another
year,
sleepless,
unaware,
perversely
fond
of being
here..
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