new year, day of end and beginning,
two extremes of a rope, sunup/sundown,
the minute we split infinity
(that lazy 8 napping on its side as life goes on)
the day we draw a deep breath
in belief its undulant line
may really be broken and resumed
without upsetting the will of a universe
to be one, unsplittable in the extent of its being,
as if a year arbitrarily set to solar cycles
marks anything but a hope to apply human order
to a thing as opaque yet succinct as a snake biting its tail,
yet it can be done, and is in love by love
Jim Culleny
1/2/2021
Reading: JIm Culleny – Uroboros 2 – Clyp
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