#252 uncounted days
b'the days always run into each other\\nthis time each year as the old slips\\nquietly away into the new no urgency\\nor fanfare just another page to turn\\n\\nfor ten days no need for clocks or\\ncalendars i quickly find a rhythm of\\nlight and dark regardless of springs \\nor grids i measure time in heartbeats\\n\\nsoon what we call the new year given\\na different number and an adjusted\\nflawed outline in twelve will wrap itself\\naround me tightening behind my back\\n\\nbut for now i will lose myself in days\\nuncounted unaccountable for recalling\\nwhat number or name we\\u2019ve stamped\\non this countless moon fall and sun arc\\n\\nepw 12.28.07 perrysburg, oh'