After Midnight

After midnight
the seconds become minutes suspended
on the event horizon of a black hole.

A black hole that pulls
and stretches the minutes
into hours longing for dawn.

After midnight
the mind falls
into a cogitative languor
waiting for the hours
to be pulled into days.

Days overflowing
with the agony of months
stretching into years.

After midnight
the eyes stare into years
elongating into decades.

Decades pulled
second by second into centuries
that are pulled minute by minute
into millennia that are stretched
hour by h our into aeons.


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