8-16-06

A decade ago, these minutes would have been motionless,
numb throughout the body
but as the ages go
steadily harping on my body like wild children,
I feel inching minutes groping at me,
chasing down a blunt thought or a loose gaze,
desiring that every hour is thouroughly exhausted,
be it through my hands, my voice or any of these interpreters.
Who is it that drives these escapades?
This yearing to document what I haven't comprehended is my sole education.