I
I tune in for midnight voices and hear them;
the high, the soft and the unheard.
II
Events measuring even, in my hands occur;
and I, a witness at the pivot watch them fade.
It's not pleasant to watch you all pass by.
Yet, I feel guilty for our collected acts.
My big mouth is shut, nothing to speak about. Really.
Please dont repeat the question, please dont.
I would rather hear you all talk.
III
It's hardly midnight and you are all asleep.