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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 |