Estranged Christmas

Behold the stranger face of normalcy
Turns in the night: a sickly herald star.
There is a something between you and me.
I don't think we will like learning what we are.

Try to hear the music. Play the symbols.
Carol and dine together in wintering dark.
This is the way the festive cookie crumbles,
The little pieces learning what they are.

There is a something between you and me,
Between the past and future. It is pain.
I see it in the blazing of the tree.
I sense it in the stench of the champagne.

We sing. An age is buried in quicklime.
We can't quite tell how much it is wintertime.

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