watch as the year dies
its bizarre, satisfied death
for all the times it took us
downhill, farther and farther
from the finer tale
of ourselves

watch as the moon skies in
with the huge ball of fire
necks crane heavenward
will it ever be likely
for us to witness
both beauty at once?
in one part shines the
pure, radiant glow of the moon
in the other, the golden
hue of the sun
and all the blue, yellow, pink
purple, gray and black
in the background?

watch me as i
take steps towards something
i still don’t know
see me fall, sob on the floor,
and get back up
with no other hands but mine
to pull me up