Time Poem

Lifeless brain,
Caught again trying to tame time,
Enshrouding it with numbers
Monotonously we beat figures into our heads.
Glorious feat!
We have quelled the struggling one,
Restricted the flow of the tempest to
banded symbols in our calm,
calculating minds. Our futility shows when
true time breaks lose, it is not so secure,
no solid thing spills out but fluid life.
Breaking out of a case it drips off the edge and dries up.
We bottle it, roping it in, holding it down with a paper weight.
Hysterical heads tipped back,
we proliferate paper dolls, dozens of flimsy faces
silently stare, each vacuous like its mitigated mouth.
Time is pierced into our planners, our days are not golden leaves but shriveled petals.
We move in blindness, never to salvage our bleeding dreams from a self inflicted wreckage.
In sterilized labs we stabilize clocks.
Wrenching each screw into place,
We drill to silence our own reckless hearts,
Confining under a glass lid a surge of feral swells.