Time? by Euan Lindsay Sep29

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Time? by Euan Lindsay

Two choices: either miss or hit,
Either in or out, either you
Enjoy the challenge
Of the new
Piece of paper
Or I sit back and wallow
As the sheet hurtles towards
The cylindrical silver void
In the corner of the room.

Indulge the bin!
Go on, take all
That was Written into the supernova
By the Photocopier,
Its lethargic spin Takes
The clock hands in unison;
Time slows, the rotation of the earth
Stalls for breath:
“Perhaps it has been long enough.”

Her eyes
are not as fixated
as mine;

Gushing winds commute diametrically
To that of the scrap, less than a second now;

Or is it an hour? Is it a day?
I can feel myself
Ageing with the paper.

Perhaps I am
To be binned;
Perhaps we are to be binned

The silver knight strikes away
The advancing renegade

Sends it to pulp                                                                                                                                                                           Fostered by steel                                                                                                                                                                           but housed by reality                                                                                                                                                               Staring at the paper on the floor,                                                                                                                                                 A gentle exhale                                                                                                                                                                    Extended from the throne to my left:

“So close; next time,” she remarks;
My turn to agree:
“Yeah, next time.”