tom taylor

background noise

heartbeat at night in the solace of the bed’s gloom
rewinds your morning stranger alert to who’s been
there before you on the floor a stranger in your shirt
has frayed the callers and found them wanting more

even the light is behind the times, slowing to a human
speed in order to be perceived as what it is on the wall
another screed or tempo to your words which has no
beginning and no end, only the subtle background here

at the start of things secrets are revealed to those who
see in the destiny of the hour another, newer code from
which to read the tea leaves in the cup or load the pages
onto the table to spread around and arrive at the truth