the multi-tasking fifteen minutes

how long they seem which
seemed so short. It is the
male hysteria of Hippocrates
searching for those bairns
progressively lost in the
aftergrowth of stagnant
minutes, leaving in their
bushy entrails the confused
sighs of what has already
been done. I was passing
through these fifteen minutes,
floating across blocked
one-halved airy forks;
emerging on the other
side, a little later.