Lone Time Zone

Standards and uniforms,
hearts are still,
time zones running against the will.

Legal and social,
boundaries are followed,
a boat is sailing out, it’s swallowed.

Sail and run along the higher lines of latitude, or
stop running,
stop sailing,
both find a place of gratitude.

Fall into day-light savings time,
here a heart beats, and
the lone time zone, it defeats.

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