Tunnels of Light

Clothing is scattered across the carpetAnd dinner plates pile upOn all the tops of tables.Books go unreadAnd phone calls go unanswered,While the patients of my mind--troubled thoughts--Remain alone and without cure.The dial of my dayHas wound tightAround the sun,Pulling quickly its tripBetween clouds across the sky.The sand falls gently,The hourglass grows full.My lungs swallow precious [...]