Time changes yet daylight’s dance
Always begins in the east regardless
And love doesn’t always progress
The way one daydreams
Rosary beads held tenderly in hands
That question the power of prayer
Meditating on the mantra
That hope…actually does float
We watch the world imploding in real time
Pandemic living is the new norm
Cowardice has a grand life on dating apps
When one doesn’t have the time
To convey the truth in 250 words or less
And the potential is beautiful
But I guess we stop noticing after awhile
And I am still sleeping as the earth
Continues to orbit the sun

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