Minute Miracle

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

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