A year starts not on January first.
The days may hunder but the seasons speak
of time’s long march, of fast time, slow time. Thirst
- Tfor “start” and “end” neglects the limen sleek.
+ for “start” and “end” neglects the limen sleek.
So, why do some unsubtle sciences
- Tforget about the in-betweens? Those pure
+ forget about the in-betweens? Those pure
uncolored dreams made mere contrivances;
- T”between the years” now simply: “year, then year”.
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Our lives as a whole — indeed, as a spiral — might yet have use for interstitial, intercalary days, intercalary time. An intriguing thought, is it not? ↩