away the fiddles and the flutes, restoring
One who moves in the time between sleep and waking, wearing
white light folded, sheathed about her, folded.
The new years walk, restoring
through a bright cloud of tears, the years, restoring
with a new verse the ancient rhyme. Redeem
the time. Redeem
the unread vision in the higher dream
while jeweled unicorns draw by the gilded hearse. —
This time each year.
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Shoutout to laylage