The New Year

In the quiet of a

New morn, new year

New reconciliation with self

It's time to reflect

Of course,

But also live out the

Life that's yours to live

Without second guessing

Or doubt or even dull edge

Compromise that dissolves the

Power of Rome and supplants

It with the drone of Christianity

Before it too implodes into

Ruined antiquity. Such things

Are not to be endured, Life

Is not to be endured

But rather grasped and

Roared into and sent

Soaring high into the heavens.

These things they are missed when

You try to live to others' expectations,

To others' vision of yourself and

So replace self-love with loathing.