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Resolution this poem is for a new year for a new month for a new day this poem is for a new womb for a new birth for a new life this poem is for every mistake for every missed opportunity for every hesitation this poem is a new beginning a second chance another try we live our lives sailing a sea of loneliness venturing from island to island of one night stands in minimalist boutique hotels wandering through storybook cities past monuments i recall from books of poetry those bronze negroes on beacon street keep marching onwards towards their deaths and burials i pause and look at them pay my respects and take them as my model for life to keep marching forward into sure death to face the blood soaked fields of an unsure battle knowing the only certainty is my immanent demise still life suddenly makes sense to me starting today as if my first day resetting my being striving to improve to succeed to truly live i reflect upon the crowd of revelers partying into the dawn i see the games kids play and recognize im growing tired of the rules the temporal satisfaction of sensual gratification is insufficient to satiate my longing for something greater something more tangible than the physical meeting all these faces shaking all these hands smiling and saying some trite greeting like nice to meet you still my resolution crumbles as my patience fades i find myself groveling on the floor begging some stranger to be my mother and it never works i trudge home alone down solitary streets that fragile time of the daily cycle when its not yet dawn but night has already faded knowing the sun is soon to rise a new day is to begin so my life cycle seems to echo that of the cosmos i relinquish control to celestial rotation acting as a conduit for the heavens my life is beyond my command i ask nothing more than to follow our desires and live the fantasies of life one and all
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