Minute Fifteen

There is no time like today Dreams of tomorrow that will never come Yesterday, full of regret; that day is done Time is acting without delay   Never enough time is same As forever having time until never The clock of paralysis—so, clever Numb is day that almost came   A minute stolen; a minute per token The hand stops at quarter of day Hungry is the man who must pay An hour glass, now, broken   In fifteen minutes A symphony I can write Paint the sky a hue of red bright In fifteen minutes   The world would…

Machine Parts

The world turns, and I—left a witness. A drone disconnected from the hive; lost, and yet…whole simultaneously. The machines circle around like orbital lights. A glimpse of eternity in that night. Too quick, only entrails remain in sight. I am not afraid. Yet, I reluctantly still; observing time through a glass sphere. A world full of apparitions, and I a lonely reflection of the whole. The turn of the wheel is so precise—its mechanical. Parts moving to the order of things like mindless parts. The wheel turns. Tick-tock, tick-tock—the sound of moving parts. Their turning more alien than the lonely…