That Hour

The
Clocks
Fell
Back,
And
I Lost
Track
Of
Time,
And
Find
Myself
Either
Early
Or
Late,
Thinking
It’s
Nine
When
It’s
Only
Eight.
What
Folly.
Since
Nothing
Was
Saved,
Ergo,
Nothing
Is
Lost,
But
There’s
A
Nagging,
Perceived
Cost
That
Always
Goes
With
Losing
The
Flow.