Janus
Come two faced Janus, lie to us
Bring me to your door, and leave me ambiguous
A sane drunk in the roads middle
Between prophecy and history
The present stands on a griddle
Full of rational ambiguity
We are burning now
Who dream of a happy new year
While to the bottle bow
Seeking anesthesia from old despair
Oh, fallacy of a pagan lore,
Jekyll Janus, will you be also door
And prophet? Mask in the dead history
And usurped memory,
The earth will spin and a new year starts
Around the sun again as youth departs.
So usurper of Mars and Venus, faked
Jupiter, how can you begin
Anything that you cannot create? Wake
Not the ire of the true God to such sin
Yet I must bid you come despite
Since your name on the first month hangs so tight
To our meaningless wisdom and days
A subtle ferment of surreptitious praise
January, new month of beginning
How do I, like you, find new meaning
Or fresh faith for fractured flesh
Recovering youth and dreams I fled?
Speak not! my soul in a new dimension thresh
You affirm the truth sealed in my head.
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