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A poem for the new year

with some untimeliness I send salutation to you
the new year     after all 
soon celebrations
plastic horns paper accordions
and we surge as if a year was new
exultant unconscious flowing purple from glasses
relieved from what we conspired to be free of 
(to murder the past year time in general)
how long does this common era last?
it is said AD or 'after dieu' but this can be read two ways
I speak now of Dionysius Exiguous
disgruntled enough (because time was Diocletian)
to make a new time
to replace Diocletian years
(he could not go on living in Diocletian
time with the killer of Christians!)
now we have the common era free of royalty
free of God that is the idea 
some think
a freedom    sadly

after I write my paper and turn it in on time
I too will make a calendar everyone must use on pain of death
such a calendar of no days 
no time to run out
no time passing no time to come
is this desire so far from some of those belonging to philosophy?
such is a time of only waking and sleeping
time in the dark with itself