Twenty Twenty-six

Near ten days into Twenty Twenty-six
I finished with the circum-holidays.
The fetes were done, and down were candle wicks,
the birthdays celebrated, and the maze
of novelties were solved. I need no fix –
I’m feeling fine – I’m readying to blaze
a path projected to provoke me well.
Four weeks from now, I’ll learn what time will tell.

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