At end, rebirth. This year I will
Eat better. Walk. Drink my fill
Of gold with every meal.
I will tell the trees I love them at least once a month.
This year I will find time for wisdom.
See friends. See illusions. See through capitalism.
Perhaps see gods, but not believe in them.
I promise to thank my knees for their service.
This year I will breathe moonlight without fear.
One day in the springtime I will hug my ghosts
And wish them well. Farewell. Perhaps, this year.
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