I invoke my broken recall
and
Summon every binding seam,
the
Sorties of the calendars,
to
Narrate—that is, weave the fabric—
this
Deadline (due-date, past-its-prime,
or
Starting line) of next times.
So you rode with graffiti
like
Orpheus, delving away from the sunlight
to
Find that the end of the line
is
Master: a rectangle mirror
gone
Blue in the sunlight—for sunlight is nothing
The color of yellow is nothing,
While blue is just air, just the residue
Bent from the substance of breath.
It is just like a year, or this year or your year;
else
Last year, or days—for we ask ourselves
'What is a year'—and perhaps this year
will
Be the first year you realize that the next time
is
Simply the same time.
Combat Expiration: Midnight PST, 12/19/2011
Critique Expiration: Midnight PST 12/19/2011 NOTE: FINISHES SAME TIME AS COMBAT
Bonuses/Penalties: +2 if posted by 6pm PST 12/16/2011; +1 if posted by 2am PST 12/17/2011. -1 if posted by 6am PST 12/19/2011; -2 if posted by 12pm PST 12/19/2011.
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