its seemed like a grand idea
at first
to be connected
exposed
and available
always, available….
but when it began
to snake in
too closely
slithering upwards
around my neck
choking time away
from my days
ripping away
at the often necessary
cloak
worn and wrapped tight
in order to remain
hidden in necessary shadows
the worn closed sign
was nailed onto
the outsides
of my now-locked doors…
and when i could
no longer breathe
time became the tattletale
as Ferlinghetti once said
and it was
way past the time
to fall away….
