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[Joan Miro art, from google.com]

In This Space 

With a boom, bang bang, boom; 

The Old Year’s gone away; 

To nothingness and night i pace 

Myself to sleep; to dream, to wander, 

For here is where freedom lies; 

My fairies, my guardian angels, 

My elders all gone before me meet. 

To dance, to win battles, to feast, 

To question and to promise. 

And in this space, 

Without the celebratory noise 

Trying to mark time into sections - 

For really, time only continues - 

It is the awakening, leaving the dream, 

That cuts through space and time. 

Helplessness of tying together time and realms - 

Maybe that is why 

We created clocks and calendars

© gillena cox 2025

BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITH 

MTB: New and Old in a Palinode 

I included in my palinode

The Old Year’s gone away/ To nothingness and night “: John Clare “ The Old Year
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