It is 2000 again
it is the dawn of the new millennium

From the dawn of a new world
To the end of one world
And the birth of another.
 

As I sit in an airport
Watching everyone move in a transitory state,
I am leaving so many things behind,
but I am going someplace new.

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The space I occupy right now
it is not a place.
The sonder has me terrified
As I mull over
How life is a collection of experiences,
of images, sounds and dramatic vignettes.
The materiality of our world
in this dawning of millennia
is constantly altering,
So is the mood of the sky.

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So many more tomorrows
Await me in the new millennia.
I do not want to spend those
Fighting till the bitter end,
Instead, just giving in to
My habit of
Wallowing in my dregs.

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Anything not saved will be lost
And the world around me
is constantly changing
And I can no longer hold on
To the pieces of it that
Over the years, have given

Me, so much happiness.

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The passage of time is rarely linear

And my relationship with
The people I care about
They are also ever-changing.
Then again, I still wonder if things were
Ever the way we remembered it as
if we ever were the people we thought we were.
All of us are still affixed
on a place where we have all been before.
Where our memory of ourselves
is different from our real selves,
Where everything is aggressively perfect
And we are not bygone people
Longing for bygone times.

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I am a bit-part actor in my own story
Assigned the role of
Killing parts of myself

so other parts could continue.
Whose need in the dawn of a new world
is scarce.

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Places that I recognise that are so familiar
Yet, feel so foreign in 2000.
Maybe I am pre-distended to destroy myself
Even if over the years
My death desire has ceased.

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Wherever I am going, the love I have for the people
The people I care for and the love will surround me
so will the love they have shown me.
Even if making it through the 2000s
Ends up being a ruinous dream
I cannot bear to watch it fall.