New Year

The noise of life compels my mouth to drink
I used to kiss, but now my love is gone
My brain’s a cliff; my thoughts are on the brink
I feel the danger when my breath is drawn
I’d turn and run, but I’ve forgotten how 
and if I tried to leap my legs would freeze
The sweat is cold upon my sacred brow
I want to find a warmth that I can please.
The words that fill my head are strange to me
I’d sing, but I’ve forgotten ev’ry tune
I wish my thoughts were something I could see
and each decision moved me more than soon.
I like the silent thoughts; they feel like wine
I’ll drink until I feel the thoughts are mine.

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