speak in tongues.

Beneath the midnight sleep:

seasons come flooding like the touch of a first love,

in vibrant black, blue, and indigo hues,

that every unholy eye can see.

Sit here in silence:

question the purpose of existence,

and the arrival of a new year.

what good has man done for life?

what does life expect of man?

maybe life is a dream,

a subtle reflection of the infinite spiral we call physics,

or maybe God is a woman,

always changing, never pleased,

likely the latter.

To compare thee to a summers day is to speak in tongues to a sunflower,

for he does not possess the skill of listening to religious endeavors

because summer is always fading,

never to stay,

a new dawn arises,

but time continues to drag us towards death;

no hope for survival.

Acceptance is a peace of mind.

Acceptance is weakness.

Acceptance is strength.

the new year is not a celebration 

but a reminder:

Everything loved will expire.