NYE

My thoughts align, 
As usual
With next-day worries,
The moment insufficient.
Though midnight flurries
Distract the spirit,
The quotient of the year,
Upon us now,
Brings only fear -
Matters yet undisclosed,
The bolt of time
Relentless, unopposed -
Sap to the rational,
Or any given thought
That might becalm,
Quench the pacing,
Right the hulk,
As it ought.