this first day of January
i see a drunkard - dazed - falling in and out of gravity
and a moment later as i pull into the main road
a jogger - so upright, so rhythmic, so energised
running into the new year
oh Jogger and Drunkard
you sum up the two moods in
the world today
who of the two would i choose to be?
neither
i do not desire the forgetful stupor of the drunkard
i do not desire the dogged willpower of the jogger
suspend me between the two realities
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