Tuesday, January 14, 2014


Whiteness greets me
Cursor blinks incessantly

Waiting, hypnotic
Winking, teasing

Bubbles of words
Float then burst

In neural dust

Gametes of ideas
Waiting to be fertilised are aborted

I sit
Waiting for something

The clock, the only sound
Marks time

Ticks lacerate stillness
Time compacted to a tock

Stillness waits
For the clock to stop

The screen waits,
I wait, stillness waits

The trinity of us

Possibilities poised
Waiting for….

The clock ticks

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