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September 23, 2025
Rosh Hashana 2025
I am strung
between
isolation and kinesis.
So much
I do not care about:
celebrity, ambition, rap.
I want my hands
to scrape tree bark
to brush sparrow wings,
my speech,
to sound of b-a-bb-l-ing waters.
It is Rosh Hashana, a New Year,
fecund with possibility.
I will not be exiled.
14 lines
Prompt: write a poem about possibilities Author's Note: this is a tungsten poem, created by me. 74 syllables, Tungsten is the 74th element of the periodic table I will be 74 on Halloween.
Pholatchos Tarot--Dreamer of Wings--celebrate your birthday at the opposite end of the year
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