The clock ticks br but Time br br has stopped br paying attention. br br The clock br is left br br talking to itself. br br Time has eloped br with Death. br br Memory searches br everywhere for you. br br You have become br a night of stars br br that the Past br holds to itself br br the rain of twenty br years ago br br stll falls br in the mind br br empty of knowing br br connecting nothing br to nothing br br the line br erasing itself br br as it is br drawn.