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)

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