there,

could you hear it?

It came in the slow,

monotonous,

ticking of the clock.

It left ashamed,

forgotten in the absolute silence of space

following that booming,

clicking,

noise.

Whether it came or not

was as irrelevant as her

claims of the same.

It did not matter now

and would not matter later,

but that's true of everything.

No revelation there.

No unshrouding of mystery,

only a compounded problem,

and another averts their gaze,

afraid in a soul-paralyzing manner,

keep walking.

Just,

keep walking.

It's too big a problem,

it's too big a battle.

Keep walking.

The clock ticks,

the jump to something real,

the clock ticks,

the jump to

anything at all,

the clock ticks

anything… 

the clock ticks,

at all…

the clock ticks.