The stagnation of pendulums droning
was a response to
the life we spent
ignoring
our own rhythms, circadian
messages hushed by instruments of
coffee
alcohol
NyQuil and alarm clocks,
uppers, downers,
and so many tasks we owed society
with so little day to do them in
that the night was daytime enough
for those with stimulant eyes.
But the zombies,
barbiturate death dragging
from their heels
they are walking sleep,
night terrors of any hour
and I'd have to think that time
is still relevant somewhere, but
my watch broke last night
when I tripped
because it was too damn dark to see.
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