There's no room in this, our year.
2008 is sinking and the magnanimous
Are nowhere to be seen.
The sober are absent without leave
And nausea sets in.
The clocks are angry, racing
Madly, tears streaming and
It's all coming to
A head.
I breathe, and try to recompose
But the interruptions are constant,
Bewildering.
Can't I just enjoy the silence?
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