A New Year

A Chance
A Fancy of Choice
hands meeting other Hands
12 times over

Syncopated, the world in relative anticipation
a Clamoring of life’s Repudiation
Sparkling wonders; Replications from above
Bubbling waters; Tainted doves

Why do we wait for striking hands?
the Fingers that Haunt and Beg us Toil
the Palms that Remind us of untold plans

Do I not have my own?
with these I pave my way
with these, my seeds, I have sown

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