us, hurtling toward a new year
with enough to time to muck
it all up. war abounds in so small
a place, you'd think we'd never
discovered peace in this space.
a space that widens as we make
it small. you all, with the ideas--
how now the blood? are you not
the talented, the best? while
westerners mark another year
across the face of sol, lands
plead, "leave us alone," or
"save us, save us." one of the best
might instead decide to reset.