New Year


All year long the zero approaches, progressing as if on a mental slide rule to a mathematic empty set, but as a calendar date, while — shall we call it the neglected invisible? — the absence through which spirit flows as freedom to begin anew — indeed spirit itself — awaits our ritual recognition as a number. Like an axle of a wheel or a pine forest at night spindling star light — it is always here — with no attempt to rain on the parade, pageant or party or the cannon-shot confetti to glitter the world’s ionosphere — it’s not the resolution of a day or a date but for us to convey through that missing ‘something’ — our resolve to create and begin until our end.


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