I have received a key into the wilderness
A vastness where my light is concentrated
Dragging all that is bright into this oasis;
Leaving what is left dim.

The hours roll up into pairs of dozens
In turn, those compile into a somewhat clumsy heap
And should you stand in their path
They will fold you into them as well.

What noise? The Earth halts breathing
As silence suspends over the horisons
It hovers, alien to the landscape
That usually brims with cued distraction.

My God, I pray
To stand here a minute longer
If you can grant me this
If I can afford the price you label it.

All I sacrifice for a name I do not claim my own
Another being
Is rewarded with each fleeting moment
In my heaven which

I have power over only when on pause
For when my reason for it dissipates
And when prevails the End
I shall not be able to return.