MMVII

Posted on December 31st, 2007 by george.
Categories: future, history, life, poetry.

three quarters of an hour away
but further than the edge of space
farewell to someone else’s future
to a time they never saw

I don’t see your horizon
your line in the sand

a tickmark on a never-ending reel
an arbitrary screed on a player piano
rolled up by some long-dead pope

behold the empire of my resolve
stronger than a seven-nation army

I see seven hills
I see seven days
each one a new year

oh seven
oh seven
oh oh seven

2 comments.

Fere

Comment on January 1st, 2008.

So does this mean you were home on New Year’s?? I thought you were going to SFl!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

george

Comment on January 2nd, 2008.

San Fran never materialized. Happy 2008, Fere!

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