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shall I call you?
the monads of firelight flicker but a while
and I haven't learnt anything today
shall I tell you...
since I think you know
and since the
here-be-dragons are dyed gunpowder
and the roaming trail is a stain from my
supper-busy fingers
I've cheated on you
-- from the day undone
I bottle an apology
I'll set it in the vastness of my heart
to drift away
so it floats into the fjords
of your sleep sheet
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interesting. describe?
Oh, you tease.
SPOILERS
The speaker of the poem considers whether to call his acquaintance to tell her New Year's greetings, while the speaker watches fireworks symbolizing worlds of their own. The speaker wants to tell more with the wishes, but thinks that she already has realized that. The speaker feels having betrayed her, by neglecting work that brings them together, choosing that day instead a pursuit that in the end hasn't "borne fruit" -- while still he drifted more apart from her. Weighing that calling would be too disruptive to his acquaintance, the speaker instead cherishes the memory of her. Perhaps he sets out to meet her the next day?
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