January: Year-day 16

         
                                          
                                               
January: Year-day 16

Today I begin my thirty-sixth year,
expecting I'd know how I want to say
I am looking forward, happy I'm here,
and can think and write for another day,
hoping with the pull of the weird full moon
our creativities will rise and clean
our soiled small emotions and reasons soon
so we won't be burnt or blown from the scene.

Humans we've been; humans we shall remain,
if we finally see/ these are the times
of "Mankind at the Turning Point", of breath,
or corpses, or the wise machine, the sane
among us/ knowing that/ of all our crimes/
greed--compassionless--best promotes/ our death.

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