Nine minutes
At twenty three fifty one

The sea wasn't ending:
Something for pereniality

At midnight, the toll charges
Would magically turn the day outward

a shutting tea shop,
spoon scooped castor sugar
Leftovers of a pastry
That meant nothing

Banal moments
Over a tea
And the lost nine minutes
At the bridge that was crossed too fast

Between lost sleep
Unspoken answers to unasked questions

Ah
Half written...