First footing towards
what could be bridge or precipice,
hard to tell in the usual mists
of another spin round the sun
The groundhog sting
has left us wary of what’s to come:
with an alphabet begun
how many masks need to be worn
before omega calls?
But the sun is shining
and it’s abnormally warm,
so that’s good,
isn’t it?
Dec 31, 2021
Dec 31, 2021 at 7:26 AM UTC
First footing towards
what could be bridge or precipice,
hard to tell in the usual mists
of another spin round the sun
The groundhog sting
has left us wary of what’s to come:
with an alphabet begun
how many masks need to be worn
before omega calls?
But the sun is shining
and it’s abnormally warm,
so that’s good,
isn’t it?
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