Sixty seconds pass,
Goes the banality
And yet
There is a deep well
Drilled by the spirit
When one sixtieth of an hour
Are overcome, ridden through
On the stallion of patience
Foregone conclusion is often forgot:
Entropy! Loss! Never had!
Time is not for sale
Ownership is moot
Gall won't build passages
The sleeper knows triumph
Falling into dreams
Is won at the edge of forever
Whose abyss tempts, demands, enforces
While we living rage against the light
Speed nor stars nor fusion flames
Can open eyes
Curl on a safe place
And release the tension of being
Without going out
Roman Ryan 