An hour now alone
None at all to phone
None to interrupt
Whilst I now corrupt
Good rules of rhyme
With ample time
Weaving words
Quite unheard
But making phrases
As mind engages
Going thru gears
Fighting the tears
Collecting in the corners
Of tired eyes of soreness
Hours have evolved
As attempts to solve
Errors in arranging
Pages now so shaming
For perfection seen
Became a new lien
On other designs
Not now at all fine ...
And so all the updates
In periodic state ...
Quite took over the cause ...
As others were explor'd
And then the time catches up
As perfection runs amuck
- Tristram
(c) Christopher W. Thomas
7:25pm Sat. Nov. 27th, 1998