Time loomed up like an erection
Just as those bright bulbs glowed open
On what basis was I chosen?
How can I now be beholden?
Occasion makes me your table
I'll bear the weight if I'm able
We try to make time more supple
I grip at your legs; mine buckle
Can we still counter disaster?
Can our question be our answer?
Plumbing the depths of the rupture
Life in confusion hereafter
You crush the facts of your own life
And smile over them as they die