Solitude Will Be Different Soon

A room lit with electric lamps,
Completely unremarkable
When these phrases were rearranged,

Modern, a century before,
Beyond any comprehension
A century prior to that.

How would this century seem then?
How would a century from now
Seem if it wandered into this?

Fun questions. Unanswerable.
If time is, that’s what time’s for,
To ensure the world of questions

Can never be wholly dissolved.
Alone tonight in rooms of light.