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It, the new year, also brought time to mind.
Time, which tends to pool at the start of years
among scraps of thought and holiday fat–
among scraps of thought and holiday fat.
Time, evident in the long beard and grease
stained pajammas that told tales of bacon–
stained pajammas that told tales of bacon.
Then time in its own context turned itself
from the cold now of the new year to a
faint image caught in a silverless glass.
My refelection perhaps? Though not of me
A refelection perhaps? Though not of me
it was me. Connected yet not the same.
Yes, there in the kitchen, before breakfast,
Did I, in the kitchen, before breakfast,
with morning spilling through me note by note,
I could see some forked version of myself
whose thought, while distant, seemed twisted in mine
like white milk swirling in dark black coffee.
manage to catch some fork of myself
whose thought, while distant, still twisted in mine
like white milk swirling in dark black coffee?
As I was looking forward to the new
year here was some version of me perhaps
some shadow of the person I used to
want to be lingering in a soft-boiled
fog of memory and thought and dream like
a fault in time both present and remote.
Is this the poet? The publisher? The
rockstar? The writer? The critic? The fool?
Is this the quantum pilot who through the
study of Everett and Blake found a way
to cross dimmensions using nothing but thought?
I wondered and the words came back to me.
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