~Straw to salutation~

Vacillating hands meet the incubus,

A new time has landed on me,

Shoving and pushing my resolution,

Is it set yawning in my future.

Cast the last year out shredding

The past of yesteryear I know that,

This year will be better, at least I

Am above ground. Sucking on the

Ashes of the fire that burnt out of,

Long ago still ride along the new,

Impression on time that meander through

My mind. Conclusion becomes lost,

My veracity is abode in a place

That I do not longer memorize.

Captured dreams of long ago fade,

And take there place in the abyss of

Unstructured grains of sand that turn

In the hourglass of time. The vigor of

Being still drive at me, calling out to me,

Asking to be set free, and siesta through

The waves of time. Weary I save the last

Straw to salutation for the new year

as it creeps at me new but yet old….

Inkmaster