Time Out (Poetry)
06th October 2013
Infinity has lost
another day
(maybe just one
of trillions
give or take) squandered
along its
undulating
way
but what’s
the point of anyone
attempting to count
(or recount)
what can’t
be calculated
followed
going forwards
looking back
it’s inevitable
guaranteed
imagination will
lose track
of time
eventually
memory
will fail
the body’s clock
and measure
g a p s
unevenly
a day a month
a year
a string
of little
absences
that add up
to not
a lot
a blip ...
a blink
a horological
gl ^ itch
those flimsy
thought-built
bridges
give under
the strain
of forever
hands sweep
the face
go round
and round
the hour wound
inside us
quantifying
life
but off
the record
seconds go
awol
ultimately give
existence
the slip.
another day
(maybe just one
of trillions
give or take) squandered
along its
undulating
way
but what’s
the point of anyone
attempting to count
(or recount)
what can’t
be calculated
followed
going forwards
looking back
it’s inevitable
guaranteed
imagination will
lose track
of time
eventually
memory
will fail
the body’s clock
and measure
g a p s
unevenly
a day a month
a year
a string
of little
absences
that add up
to not
a lot
a blip ...
a blink
a horological
gl ^ itch
those flimsy
thought-built
bridges
give under
the strain
of forever
hands sweep
the face
go round
and round
the hour wound
inside us
quantifying
life
but off
the record
seconds go
awol
ultimately give
existence
the slip.