Life Unbound

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)