by October 11, 2020 0 comments

The days become
entwined, like two
eager young lovers
drunk on wine.

The length of days
have become rather
indeterminate, given
the inconsistency of
dark and light.

Swiftly fly the
hours as well.
Eventually resulting
in lost time.

The birds sing
less as night
lingers with more
dark creating longer
more haunted nightmares.

Heat will soon
turn to winter
chilling what time
does remain us.

Math and science
should feel their
ways back to the
drawing boards to
refigure the sundial…

then move
ahead from there.

editors note:

Meantime, maybe use mood rings? – mh clay

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