Under Over Poem by Charles Lara

Under Over



Record the night
as it passes on to
a new day
of never ending
constant fading
sounds of grind
where 10 might as well be
20 because 30 will pass 40
time always sneeks
on by before
anybody notices
where each day went
right after the peek of dawn
runs away with dreams
that still have not happened
but are already approved

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