Midnight ticks
while the second hand sticks
sleeping soundly without a noise
the creatures crawl from your closet to your bed
and dreams of future and fortune
drift about your head
instead
the clock strikes two and an hour gone
daylight saving has begun
fluttering away like the cold winter days
the creatures of the night scatter to their homes
as they have aged an hour in only one second
one human heartbeat
and the spider passes on, growing older
and it's day
it's year
and it's hour
just a thought in your mind
a neuron fire and a space-time lapse
now, without question you open your eyes
and the sun, as always
is awake shining in on your bedspread
and tapping your chin.