Peter’s been stuck at the train station
Waiting for his rose since tuesday.
Daniel’s had the stupid look on his face
Frozen for hours mid-flight to his doom.
Sarah’s life has been hanging in the balance so long
It’s a wonder she hasn’t hung herself yet
Actions, conversations, lives,
All interupted by a reclusive ellipsis.
The recessive TBC,
A refusable contingency.
Worlds stained by the swelling inkblot,
As i still hold my pen.
Suspended in Static Reservation…