this
arbitrary act
of time
adjustment
is no longer
applicable
just an
artificial
actionassuming
analog actions
inanallconsuming
digital age

there is
no confusion
amongstmymany
sparrow soldiers
just the same
happy trilling
to greet the dawn
ignoring axial tilt
or imaginary hands
pointing at
meaningless numbers

i long
to sleep when
it hits
to wake only
when i am ready
no more working
for someone else’s
dreams to come true
while mine atrophy
fading away as
i set clocks
forward
and what i want
back yet again