Introspecting Time

Time is my scorned lover -
Stalking me,
The restless pacing
of her tick-tocking
echoes
in tone deaf hollows
of empty ears.

It is the moment
before explosion
Breath held,
Uneven strokes
of hands unwinding -

This tick seems to stick.

Wheels and gears
keeping an unseen rhythmn
of a numbered space
in walking time.

Stretching out in
obscene dreams...
And yet -
it all passes
in a single burst of breath.