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The full moon.
The new year.
The new millenium.
Days of great significance?
Collosal non events.
Much expectation
But in the end
days indistinguishable
From any other day.
Who you are with matters.
The face that launched a thousand ships.
The one for whom you'd swim the Hellespont.
The one that makes it all right
when all you do is sit.
A connection to another
Creates the real magic
That moves the world
And makes the events
Others look for in the moon
Or the Calendar.
Beware the ones who lack such a one.
They will burn through any wall.
They will fold the universe.
Until they find their who.

1 Jan 2000

by Bill Cattey