This is primarily an end-of-the-year poem. Describing aspirations, decisions, and losses.
The Last Lap Ignorance and fire now common partners lying on a restive bed The night now owns the day as the day now basks in opaque blackness The burnt-out embers scattered to the wind now reassembles with kindling flame Great hopes and dreams flashing through the phase now swaggers in as lost sleep and mirages
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