A spider dangles from the end
Of my soggy cigarette. I inhale
Anyways, because who’s to say
He isn’t keeping time? Pendulums
Sway in much the same way.

On that same day, I thought I heard
A time machine. It was just the AC,
But who’s to say it couldn’t be?
All because of a few memories, but,
Shh! Has the spider not answered me?