Where I am, time doesn't flow easily
into the next, eternal hour.
Where you are, things are linear;
all life runs its course.
I'm stuck in a time zone
where one more second
comes a moment too soon,
and the seconds before it
come an hour too late.

You call me at ungodly hours,
but here the time is never acceptable,
so don't call me at all.
Still stuck in the moment before the dial-tone,
I leave the phone off the hook.
"Sorry, the number you have dialed..."

Time is only eternal when
it tangos with distance.
Worlds apart, you just can't reach me.
Even if I migrate to another stretch of time,
you won't meet an answering machine.
My time zone has always been disconnected.