Poetry by Jamie McKenzie

The sun does not rise

The sun does not rise
Each day
Though we think it does
It sits
And we spin

Like many things
We think we see
The sun does not set
And the moon is always full
Time and tide always wait
And a stitch in time gathers no moss

The truth we see
The love we seek
The promises we hear
Shift and slide
Shadows on the wall
And mocking

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