I float in the blackness of my room like red-glowing numbers radiating from an unseen face; they count down the minutes while I hang in a moment, locked in time like light locked in darkness, ornaments for a sleeping world. And the distance between us, time and me, is an arm's reach and all and never, but to grasp time now would be to break this space where everything is free and I am. So I close my eyes and lie in the emptiness of always.