A Resignation

I don't want
this day, this time
to end,
so much that is dead
is being brushed away
with the strength
and vigour
of a cleaned-out mind
now a pristine mixture
of coloured joy,
even the furniture
has shifted
and the music leaps and bounds
towards my so right-on ear
so eagerly am I leaving
this rhetoric behind,
adding it to the trail
of discarded heartache
strewn out
in the wind of my passage.

Refreshed I continue
to cut a curve
out of my circle,
etch my very self
on the earth's consciousness.

In this midnight
I am blithe.

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