The mysterious entanglements of a new year
commence to unfurl with the lengthening of days.
Strands open out
as hours begin their revelations
adding to the pristine carcass of empty pages.
The flesh of intermingled lives
clothe today, in readiness for the morrow,
and party or mourn
with emotional tidings.
Together we set out
our maypole dance
that becomes the old year
with each step.
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