Re-resolved:

Social trends at this time of the year remind me of something that I thought of .. a little over a year ago (oh my, so near it seems, yet so much in between): Resolved.

It has not led to my own demise, but since reaching a state above amorphous jelly, my focus has been more to find and climb small gradients of staying alive than on chosing my preferred, drawn-out death (a hyperbole, - physically, I'm fine).

Far from noble declarations,
my image lately has been one
in which I eat truth off the ground like a stingray.
It tastes like rubble, but it is real.

I am gathering myself to try again.