living, or something like it

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the year came.
and we celebrated,
countdowns,
confetti,
cake.
dancing as the hands
of the clock spun.
Time fought bitterly
to keep us subjugated.
the New Year laughed,
and months flew by.
day after day after day,
indistinguishable.
the thing about catastrophe,
is that it always comes unannounced.
uninvited.
arriving in the wake of chaos.
the extra guest at the party,
without a seat at the table.
little did we know,
that microscopic scales,
turn people into islands.
wreaking havoc on all the plans,
turning the future into a mirage.
now we wait for bedlam to rest,
to bid goodbye to this year,
pressing it between
the pages of history,
hoping that the gifts it brought,
will be long gone,
by the time New Year
passes on the mantle.