Emptiness surround, quietness no fears
Stillness and sharpness
a projecting on hollow eyes
It appears.

The pendulum of time held still
A motion stopped dead at its height
A floating song note captured
Between finger and thumb,
I trap a joule of light.

Man’s world passes by
slow motion, three screens of life –
future, present and past.
Everything silent,
nothing is fast.

I could touch a particle of air
See a cave of bones and echoing head
Strip the colours of the rainbows
Hold the ocean in my hands
And
I can raise the dead.

∞

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