Caught in primordial cycles begun before time, held up by singular milestones bizarre and banal, I am celebrating the new revolution by learning to chew more, eat less read more, write less write more, defer less rest more, fret less dream more, sleep less walk more, stand less stretch more, sit less root more, float less connect more, hide less do more, rue less hope more, fear less heal more, hurt less.
It is but another rotation of the Earth around the Sun, a lengthening of the period of animate existence upon the unceasing swirl of time, no more or less than the approbate span until spinning into the great void.
The journey into the burning sun could yet be full of steady songs and held hands, gentler hearts and seeking minds, generous actions and kinder thoughts, beyond the grasp of the insatiable avarice of the beast within and the unyielding animus toward the untamed.
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