Time, You Are Lost

Come back in from the cold
You whose temperature reads
Below absolution
Warm yourself
You have had a difficult existence

Platitudes rained upon you
There was a project to measure you
Perpetrated by gears and radiation
You put up with it

Evan as you pined to pass through
Your purgatory, your myth
You knew all along: "I am not real.
Let me be lost once again."