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.