This is the festive season where
Each is desperate to live life and
Rake his brains to find
New ways to spend money,
Travel by air, bus or train,
To tell himself that the year-end
Is not without meaning,
There is always ratiocination,
A Rembrandtian chiaroscuro
Of happy sincerity
To justify some emotional well-being
In public spaces,
A camaraderie of the season
In planned out Christmassy movies
Old cartoons, picture books, sermons,
Or The Book of Common Prayers,
An affable surrender
To the digitalized sublime
As the metaphor of sojourn and exile
Is reduced to travel and tour
And eternity vanishes
As quickly as it is recognized.
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