calling of a new year
What is so new I wonder
What is so new I wonder
New songs, new nature
new sun that's old is mind's conjecture
reality that's beauty without punctuation
that knows no
of newness is the same
old day saying hey
I am here just as it were
if you ever could free yourselves
from the unnatural self
from violence as poverty and intolerance
the world would really be new
in its new light
rest is all fake lights
free from moisture
like the one in a desiccator
full of cameras
that blind us
in the wake of a year
let us bind together
knowing it's the same old sun
same old birds in the same old sky
waiting for us like unlike
without anger and wry
without groups and classes
that dissent masses alike
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