And finally you feel you’ve hit a nail with a hammer,

when language vaporises in front of your eyes like a temperature cooling off –

unfelt, undignified because it is no longer of any use –

So complexity becomes its only means to simplify,

watching beauty bow down and walk away,

made redundant by my chase of the timeless.

It speaks to none but me in its unpossessable form;

it is both everything and nothing at all.

As though life had invented the mechanism of time

and built me a clock solely for it to tick,

to tick,

to tick,

and count each and every second up to this very moment of paralysing awe