LULLED

All the morning’s headlines
Were repeated in the evening
Supporting everybody’s best endeavour;
Existences in check or checked in regularly
In-between points of repulsion more befitting
Magnetic poles,
When we thought us forceful.

Less busy, but more explicit with it,
Than the definition of its distance initially
Suggested, but once its content had skipped
Over us, and stitched the two ends of the day, we
Were left as always in the middle to expect the same
Tomorrow as before,
Where we hope to be driven.