A Smaller Curse

Clocks ticking
seem to fill the spaces
where the mind would stop,
thus eliminating time
altogether,

So placid mornings
in the noir air,
before defiant sunshine jabs
it's opinion of days home
with eye watering harshness,
we have no where for thoughts to hide,
as the taskmaster pendulum is up
calling for mental calisthenics
already.

Surely Pandora
loosed
time in a box
and lightening
in a jar

and now we must think about it
eternally.