Between now and then, a timeless longing is born

Between now and then, a timeless longing is born, A place where the heart sings its straight lines, Neither today nor tomorrow, just a suspended moment, A secret bridge between life and death, unengaged. In the veil of silence, red quietness hides, A place where presence or absence is but a shadow, I wish to be swallowed by space, yet not be part of it, To breathe in a vacuum, to rest in flames and empty fires. Life, a static marathon, where victory is a second lap, And perhaps, with luck, another will follow again, I'm tired, my limbs are heavy, my soul rusted, Defeated by existence, this infection dominates my entire being. The body I thought was home, now my prison, My tongue filters thoughts, hands applaud stolen speeches, Feet follow the path of false prophets, I don't want to leave this earth, but living demands sacrifices, And, you see, I have chosen to live.