Like every year it rolls out and will eons thereafter.
The bygone new years brought substance for the same atavistic sensibilities.
For the departed, us and them.

Like the whales they swim for miles and miles.
The torpedoes of the ups and downs in deep sea is a playground for testing the will of courage and the suffrage.
Perfect for the silent predators in the midst of chaos.

It comes with fire crackers come rain or shine
This weathering of the god will is engineered to craft pleasures and pain.
For the separated and for the living with inseparable joy divisions.