december 31, 1999 2000 12:10 p.m. pdt
When the books are all opened, and the covers thrown back,
The face of humanity will see the naked form of serendipity, wallowing in self-absorbtion, asking alms for creativity.
The number is so round, so pure, so oval.
In a past life one could never really grasp that humankind would arrive at this point.
Intact.
And in fact it is somewhat perilous, and with shaking hand,
That I address the multitudes on this momentous day.
A day like any other day,
And yet a day, which by it's nature will cause it to be etched in the books,
Those same books, which upon opening, serendipity stares at us,
Wondering what all the fuss was about anyway.
Nature wouldn't give presents to the inhabitants.
They stole everything they could get.
God couldn't abide by the inquisitive nature of man which gave cause for the fall.
So upon leaving the garden one was given pause.
And nobody heeded the call.
In recompense, a short year hence, when the actual Millennium is nigh,
Will anyone be the wiser, and will I breathe a belated sigh?
Ago, now, the disheveled remains of circumstance see fit to
Tell the unsuspecting populace not to worry.
Youth ages, and the skin gets wrinkled.
I do not feel any older, nor any wiser today.
But I am glad to be alive, and glad that I could stay.
The same, pure, realization which draws the numbers,
Draws the wonder from my soul, and energizes the totality with electricity.
Something is brewing, something is conjuring up a delicate brew,
Which, when taken from the cup of kindness, will spark a Millennial attitude.
I will not have felt these feelings, nor lived this life. I will be refreshed.
I will drink without prejudice, and satisfy my hunger for romance.
I will bathe in the waters of satisfaction.
A new dawning, a new page turned from the book.
A clean white page beackoning to creativity.
We are all, at once, a doomed and fallen lot,
Yet we are infused with this wonder and this capacity for understanding.
Humankind is the duality of the universe.
One man, one woman.
A thousand thousand meager understandings spark me this afternoon.
This is my poem for the new Millennium. This is my viewpoint for the stars in our souls.
As the numbers seem so round and full, so does my love.
Satisfaction upon being, a delicate balance fulfilled.
I approach this year, this decade, this century, the Millennium,
With a rapture of feeling for the Godhead's mysteries fortold.
I open my arms to this enthusiasm in the ether.
And stand transfixed, ready to welcome time into my bosom again.
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