Ambivalence of 'February last'…
Leap year's gift. Another day to ponder
Eternal truths, the dice and shadows cast,
Xanthippe's wrath, the blue of Cyprus yonder
And other traces left in sands of time.
Notoriously ominous and hollow,
Drums roll of war, and their hurried rhyme
Enchants the hungry rats that blindly follow
Reverberations of the lonely pipe.
Revealing sight, and slightly de ja vu-ish.
Young blood is so susceptible to hype
That sanity infers you must be Jewish
Or old enough to stand and calmly face
Viscosity of temporal embrace.
February 29, Y2K