The first of January is just another day.
I am a sitting God.
my hallowed throne
My eternal abode
upon it, I the unrising one.
Supplicants come and go
Grovel, weep at my feet.
My eyes never shift or bow
Down; theirs to meet.
My mind is cosmic
It wanders in secret vales
Where strange powers traffic
They call me uncomprehending, rude.
The magnitude of me.
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