this hour
illuminates us
all as we
stand
waiting for the
3:15 to
Dandynong
our hands
sweating
in our pockets
as we
brace our eyelids
against
severe
antarctic winds
and step
forward
in alternating
patterns
to stare
forward
into the abyss
that is our
accelerating
lack of action
culminating in
in
in
in all
but a
flutter of consciousness
that briefly lets
through the light
and resets all
our relative
positions
as a shudder
passes down
the line
of recognition
and universal acceptance
where
we understand that
3:15 is dragging us
further
into this night
past the faltering light
past all sense
of it
until all we have
left of it
is our
alternating dance
patterns