• A hypnotist's watch sways back and forth
    Trying to disguise the ever louder
    A page turns in a magazine,
    A distraction from the
    Hourglass sand slipping through
    The seasons change through the windowpane,
    Plants glowing in pots, trying to pretend
    That the summer hasn't
    The mouse that skittered so loudly,
    Is now dust on the ground.
    Eventuality, Inevitability.
    Time Passes.