Today everything moved slowly,
Caught without time
To hinder the languid motions that comfort breeds.
Inevitably the day dwindled
And night sprouted without warning –
And stars fell over Chalk Farm
But, eyes failed to pick it up.
The sign, that you and I saw,
That fatalism will never be a word,
It fails to take the shape of anything familiar.
It trails in the small wake of falling stars:
Absence in blinking diamonds –
The illusion of beauty and danger
Ages after it already happened.