I revel in its absence.
The darkness unbroken
By insistent green digits
Marking, minute by ruthless minute
The passage of my waking.
Duplicating dashes fashion
Minutes in lock-step march.
I watch – fascinated – anticipating
The numerical transformations.
Through the night they mark the
Indifferent hours, eating into
My fragmented dreams
Like kryptonite. Scoring wakefulness.
But now…a blessed void; an empty darkness.
The invader, banished to the guest room,
Sits dark and silent. Unplugged.
I revel in its absence.
