I lose my mind in passing time Absorbed by every fleeting find Consumed by all the world outside; Must make room for truth to hide And coalesce into a ball of light Within an otherwise vapid night To suffer, flicker, falter, fight To struggle, 'till, with all its might, Truth bursts forth and blazons bright My eyes un-glaze and flash with sight And every evasion ever tried Is put to rest and laid aside And every thought is of the kind That leads to love and peace sublime.