I cannot make you any promises
As bright winds blast the January walls.
Bare branches moan
Corner stones whistle their age old tune
Enforced seasonal renewal by threatened death of the old
Can you take the chance its a bluff ?
Best move on, tis getting cold...
A new year starts pristine and clean
At least for a day.
A planetry movement weve designed to numb pain ?
But fate fights those gears
Slippage.
A rip tide you could say....
Dragging around what which was always coming your way...
I cannot keep my promises
At least not as I told.
Still of night confessions
When I felt so bold.
Charged up on the good stuff, what ? I should fold ? !
Candles blazed, flames roared, wax streamed...
Dirty brown haze, violent moon
Whorish winds blew.
Worldly agenda slewn...
Sea fire memories filled my crackling rooms.
My recollections perfectly corrupted
Raw, but all true.
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