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THE UNWRITTEN YEAR
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A blinking cursor laughs at my delay~
a white page, vast as January’s air.
No resolutions scrawled in bold or with flair,
no grand design, just silence on display.
I’ve known this pause before—when fingers hover
above the keys, when time forgets to pass.
The weight of what might be is brittle glass;
yet, something hums beneath, half-dreamt, half-lover.
The new year, like verse, refuses to be planned.
It stumbles, then it surges, then it bends.
A comma where you swore you’d place an end,
a metaphor that ripens uncommanded.
So let it come unwritten, raw, unspooled~
this year, this poem, neither tamed nor schooled.
this poem was written in December 2025 as I reflected upon the upcoming year
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