To year. Entire lives befell each,
Always, day to day, entire souls
In a golden spiderweb of taut threads
Connecting ten trillion tiny holes.

Parliament assembles to parley
After the war, silence is fought.
The clashes about face and cut threads.
With argument silence is frought.

Alone to fall a common time stretch
Becomes celibate throughout the ages.
To live a life, to turn a happening,
To turn an ankle, to turn some pages.