Thread the Red

Featuring the work of Bradley Cahill

 Hours pass like days

     because light never changes in  a vacuum.

And all of the years, like dinosaurs,

    decay and expose the tired dream.

But I had my insides 

    hermetically sealed,

    after all, I am an organ donor,

    bad teeth finally replaced

    and new bones moulded in plastic

    made it easier to market the New Man.

I realized one day that Gods never sleep,

    so the insomniac has a real  advantage.

    I decided to quit that bad habit

    and stay awake forever, 

    if I don’t stop running.

    I calculated the speed of the

Earth’s rotation

    and spend my time 

    wearing tracks in the carpet,

    chasing my tail in step with the world’s tiny

    movements…