In a room of empty clocks and plastic plants, with no windows or doors,
just one desk lamp with a switch that says:
ON or OFF
How does time pass?
In a corner there’s a bed that you can ignore
or dream in for
as long as you’re awake.
Would you miss change?
To anticipate, to fear
wishing to stay
miss what won’t return
and be, the only thing that’s unpredictable
and absolutely certain. How would you know
without comings and goings, which things are have been
and always will be?
Where will you go
to dive in from different shores
the abyss we return
to end, begin,
forget, remember, and move through
in slow motion?