My eyes have turned 

Into pixel devouring

Monsters. I’ve lost

The battle, and my 

Retinal cavities swell

Like plump plums.

No matter what is 

Next – it is the next.

Tomes worth of

Vapid notions twist

Around my frayed spine 

Like Serafina’s 

Braided staff. I am

Eager for later to 

Happen, but as a 

Wise man once said,

“You know how we

Are with waiting.”