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.