New Year’s Eve

I say I’m about to slip and

fall off the

precipice of the present

into star-dark, empty

void night

But it feels more like I’m

standing on a

conveyor belt,

stranded on this

one moving piece

in a flat wasteland

of cement

Looking forward, where

all I can see is the

endless, endless,

endless,

endless

Please, I don’t want eternity