SEEING THINGS OUT OF PLACE
Here at the very bottom of the year,
turning the rotation of yet another
cycle, the endless stream of damp,
grey days goes on. Moisture is yet
in the air; atmospherics everywhere.
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One trait of changing guards is to see
everything as out of place, as if the
world were jilted overnight, or shocked
by an impact unknown. The next dawn -
a different morning with a different
number - is suddenly realized as
altered, but the same.
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We use the selfsame words - familiar
concepts by which to describe what is
seen; yet at the same time all is new
and unfamiliar. Out of place and moved.
We so quickly adjust. The newsmen and
the floozies still talk on, to stand in front
of blinking cameras now is no sin.
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To talk of rank stupidity matters little.
Once good sense is gone, anything is
up for discussion - but they don't
even discuss. Just haranque.
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I want this new-needle year to last a
really long time. I need another fix.
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