“it’s the night
and one must give up
the act of acting
as if doing something
performance must be halted
echoes the chorus, only
to simply lay down
and act of acting
as if not doing anything
performance must be continued
echoes the void, only
to leave one
at the mercy
of that ever monotonous
watches
hanging at the wall
carrying around the corpses
of time
which appears
to have run out of its own time
desolated and deserted
its screams
lost
in the hollowness of
its own tick-tocks
while the night continues
to grow
into an abyss
deep enough
to engulf the
unsuspecting day
at the other end…”
Praveen Parasar
11/10/2017
