Zero Hours

Twilight Gods,
choking
on the sticky bile of anxiety
turn in too late,
get up too early
and there is no way out of the maze
the exit has grown over
if ever an exit existed
the only sound is the
Minotaur
gnawing away
at the souls
of the
underpaid
& underfed
----
the terminal
unoccupied
AI leading
us nowhere
----
Zero hours
Zero days
Zero minutes
Zero breaths.