Sometimes I go whole daysnListening bored, half sleepnI won't say anythingnThat's worth a thing to menOne day, suddenly, timenTook a turn that once felt so briefnI blinked to see polite ghosts fading quicklynnWhat begins as an unguardednTrain of thoughts slowly can becomenAn addiction to the slumbernOf disconnection and the resonancenOf memory that no longer has a shapenBut keeps you numb throughnThe hours till gone is another daynnBe aware, my darlingnThese things I say I meannAre just traces of somethingnI long to feel againnI see our time expandnIn the air almost forcibly,nSpreading thinner till it dissolves completely