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….