He sits by a window
staring out at a dark sky,
not yet caught in the fine web
that hangs between midnight and morning.

He watches the clock
and for an eternity of a moment,
he allows himself to shrug out from underneath
the suffocating shroud of time.

And a single moment stretches infinite,
as in that infinity he lives a thousand lifetimes.
In his heart, a wish and a want melt and converge
into one girl’s face.