skipping over to January of 2020
Hangover Of Haste
1-7-20
Getting on with life after a holiday hangover
Of haste for a better taste in what one calls the chaste
For a flashy music serenade on loose ground
All juice once again found
For sixty-six love letters to those with eyes to read
Moving onto myrrh so tenderly in peaceful dreams
I see a new vision
And no such indecision
For collaborations in the covenant
By way of unnamed streets
Where again I take my fill for clean sheets
O, keep climbing for omnipotence and its determination
For another free meal tomorrow....
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