Gowerstreet allowed me to pick any of their works for the Wits on Tap 2019 challenge, which proved to be quite a challenge in itself. Not just because it was difficult to pick a single work out of all the wonderful works, but because of the inherent poetry in their work already. So here is what I went with, poetry based on a text message exchange between a not-so-dead Sherlock in exile and Mycroft, his conduit to the world of the living. It's a little darker than the original piece, but it's what I imagine happened when time went on.
On the hour
Clocks are changing
Every hour
Lives extending
Out of date
In the darkness
Out of time
And moving on
By the minute
Sentiment is waring
Any minute
Needing centring
To the point
Fixed existence
Not the point
Not for me
Down to seconds
Memories are moving
Only seconds
Areas unlit
Out of breath
Places now empty
Now out of space
Here and gone
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