New Year's

Semi-permeable translucent vibes; rhythm through a château door into neon nights, and lanterns like red-eye photos look down on us. They look down on me, and they see me shaking the vibes out on cement cobble- blocks. I got the cancer / excess disease, we say I'm the new-old where the auto- focus is good but around us is gaussian blur forgotten future.

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