even the…

even the lines for christmas rushes after thanksgiving
even the span of time it takes to react
even the fights that erupt while we’re shopping
even the distance from which we’re held back

even the crescendos of great waves of noise
even the horns on all our new cars
even the headphones— they’re coming out lower
even the spacewalks, muted screams, trips to mars

even the suffixes of words are noticeably absent
even the length of time after which they’re said
even the pauses between all our causes
the breadth of our breath, resigned time in our head

It’s all somehow shorter, it’s all losing time
without enough surface area, even space is a crime