So, 2017 stretches out before us. Whether it is as a gaping chasm ready to swallow loved ones whole or as a whimsical oak whose twisted, sturdy branches dare one to climb up to dreams is, alas, beyond any of our prognostications.
2017 frightens and arouses me and I tremble in its presence.
Post-note: Might as well start off the new year with a spot of claptrap and get such foolishness out of the way. Back to my normal doggerel tomorrow.