ONE
In the insistence of the moment
My mind was stopped
By the emptiness
Insecurity griped me
And on impulse,
I drew the face of time
TWO
In the rude awakening
I was shocked at what I found
And conflicts raged within my soul
At last the calmness came
And in this peace I sit
In this rude awakening.
THREE
My mind moves
From terrors past, unseen
To agonies yet unheard.
And in the interim,
a movement, a silence stands
an absence of time that is the glean of time
And keeps death’s still vigil
Over the finite infinity that is man.
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