Our Sought Lapse of Reason

Our Sought Lapse of Reason

Sitting in a library,
I notice the time,
5:47.
The lights to be shut off at 6,
and the young aid shuts down the desktops.

With still an hour left to read,
I began to pack my books into
the backpack I received
in the 10th grade.
To most, Immanuel Kant seems as boring as the dust on his covers,
and to some, an answer to their questions,
for me, it is a study.
Phil. 326
And then at 5:51
the young aid told me that it was time to close.

She moved to the last keyboard,
and that’s when it made sense,
in that carefully sought lapse of reason.

The last line is very, very good. What came before however came across as somehow disengaged, a dry list of events. I wanted to know more about the mysterious aid and how they interacted, how the shutting down of the desktops in slow sequence gradually pulled the light from the room leaving a neanderthal, limbic twilight.

You could do a lot more with this.