Comes with the New Year

A giddy attempt

At risk

Or something near there

Taking on more than

Should be taken

And handing it down

To those below

And around

A giddy risk is the simple

Start

To a complicated year

Here comes the flatteners

The staple guns

And the irons

To roll out the foils

Pull back the stiches

And roll out the differences

In a moment

We hope to grow

But it seems

That the power from above

Only grows and goes

Beyond

So we prepare

To homogenize

Into one