Drawing to its end
the day at the beginning of the year
closes its eyes.
An unlit beacon
represents the doorway,
chaste and unsullied,
unclothed
by undischarged resolutions,
unclocked moments,
the courageous untarnished
nakedness of an empty page.
And tomorrow
we will place footprints
in untrod places
if we are brave.
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