Longueurs

By Paul Annon

Fri, 22 Sep 2017
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Behold the tyranny of hours

That leads to the long twilight of the soul

The ultimately finite cycle of seemingly endless days

That eventually merge into long empty years of gradual decline

The near immortality of ennui

Half-life everlasting

  . . . . . . . . . .

Mired in the mundane

My senses dulled by stale familiarity

I surrender to torpor

Wallowing in indolence

Locked in the lingering embrace 

Of existential lethargy

I retreat into languid repose

Soon to be lost in pale revery and flaccid fancy

Self-indulgent to the end: La vie en nuit

 

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Submitted by celticman on

tyranny of hours, takes a bit of time to getting used to. 

 

Submitted by David Kirtley on

I like the expression 'tyranny of hours'. I feel the tyranny of hours as most of us probably do, although I am not necessarilly sure how you mean it. Do you mean work, or just busy life, or perhaps the boredom of long hours alone? Whichever it is a good poem and well describes our decline.