When the days go like this,

fas­ter than I can count,

I give in.


What good the screen

if there’s nothing

to dis­co­ver behind it ?


It ren­ders you untrust­wor­thy.

At least, unin­te­res­ting.


Think neces­si­ty. Importance

in the details. A life in the lock,


unlock, lock, unlock

pat­tern to begin­ning and com­ple­ting

some­thing see­min­gly straight­for­ward


as a day. Those des­ti­ned for weeks,

months, years. Measured or not,


time passes ; we are all trap­ped

in the embrace of its hours.


The clock hung upon the wall mocks

as it tocks. Nothing

can be done about it.