the new year is patient, having waited for millions of years
we wait for it too, dressed only in sea breezes, lifted high
above the rest, making earnest promises to the sky. or
something. making waves as we go. making no sense at all.
i see something in its eyes that i try not to understand
i try to buffer the surprise - always new as the moon
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parallaxis
Poetryparallax /ˈpærəˌlæks/ noun 1. an apparent change in the position of an object resulting from a change in position of the observer 2. an appar...