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Day Turns To Night
A new century waits as the minutes
progress
into hours of vestibular begotten memory
My thoughts being counted although I
resist,
my feelings in service to what's left behind
The sun and the moon trade in bartered
romance,
each jilting the other as day turns to night
Another year is recorded in the serpentine
past,
what's seen a mirage-what's measured retained
(The New Room: March, 2021)
progress
into hours of vestibular begotten memory
My thoughts being counted although I
resist,
my feelings in service to what's left behind
The sun and the moon trade in bartered
romance,
each jilting the other as day turns to night
Another year is recorded in the serpentine
past,
what's seen a mirage-what's measured retained
(The New Room: March, 2021)
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Day Turns To Night
Day Turns To Night
