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.
