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)