He put a pushpin in the coat tail of a moment
to hold it in place, which, of course, was against its will.
And struggling, pinned there to the ground, it tried to break free
but proved to be only just a moment. And all the ideas riding
on its back scurried to the ground.
Out of their context, without the sustenance of their own time, the ideas dropped,
one after the other, to become still, lifeless.