Memory Drain.

Hidden by curfew,
A hault in time.
Hands slow down,
Tick off the days passing by.

Spinning turbines making use,
Of all resource.
Rapid pools whirl a mixture,
Of past and intuition into the present.

Numbers crunching and never matching up,
Loss in one, a loss in the rest.
Breakdown of the wheel,
Drowning all rush into noon.

Warp back to history,
Table and plates set out straight.
Napkin to wipe away the mess,
Yet nothing to capture it safe.

Stepping over a chain of blocks,
That follow one after another.
Suddenly the rest start to catch up,
And I'm left to keep on building.

Alone.