Waiting for life to come to me,
the clock ticked down to one
With barely but a second left,
my tendency to run
With nothing left but one last tick,
all motion seemed to stop
Perspective changed, then rearranged,
a lifetime on the spot
My eyes won’t blink, the fear too great,
of staying closed for good
As from a distant galaxy,
I finally understood
All life had boiled down to this,
eternity defined
When everything that ever was,
together crossed my mind
I left the past and future mired,
to breed and then deceive
And took this present life unbound
—unto my soul reprieved
(The New Room: May, 2022)