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

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.

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.