time

time is no longer
a sweeping
hand, gracefully
moving you through
an hour, towards
a day and in and
out of nights.
it's no longer
the slow
rise and fall
of black spokes
around the white
plate of hours
while  a solid
red wand swings
quickly along.
instead, it's a blink
of bright  harsh numbers
made of dashes
and dots
a stuttering
jump from one moment
to the next.
so apropo of
the day we live in.