Time climbs forth
And I dwell in its shadow
I am shallow in the midst of the clock that ticks
I am sultry in the sun that sinks below the horizon
Tanning in the moonlight, ignoring my pale skin,
I wake up with a verve that continues to thin
And I bask in lidocaine, numbing with needles what was once a joint I hinged an appeal on
In interest I feel I am becoming real
In apathy, I atrophy, and forfeit all zeal
Because I prefer the hourglass on its side, I stall for time to stunt my growth
And leave myself forever
In limbo