The clock's hands move to strike the hour
-but no sound is struck
A phone remains silent
in catatonic concert
with the unheard movements
of this tepid tune
as time continues to elapse
Nothing is heard
The screen shows no image
-but the stagnant scene of oblivion
A motion sensor detects stillness
as everything ceases to do anything more
than merely continue to transpire
Nothing is seen
No call
No show
The night goes on in blind silence
into overtime unmarked
as the absence is passed over
but continues in absentia
It is too late
for anything else now
that which cannot be replaced
will not be
whatever else might
perhaps will
but in this post-prensent tense
there is nothing
No call
No show
If this were my call
to make or to have missed
would I be able to care,
to notice, or remiss
Time transpires with
incessant impotence
as all that remains
present or vacant
becomes the perpetual
No call
No show
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