the endgame
has already passed,
yet we can't shake the feeling
that time
is of the essence.
In lieu of more self-absorbed,
we have settled for
less attentive,
and the one thing
we must try to keep
is our pride
in the things that
feel expensive
after our losses.
Long hours pass
in which we do not care
in praise of which heuristic we sing,
or if we just sit
with our legs crossed
in peaceable halls,
determined
as cowboys
to subdue
our own thoughts.
