Timeless Spent

I'm not afraid of wasting time

Or of waiting too long

No such thing exists

What painting is perfect

What brush would not wish

For another stroke of itself in color

No eye

I

Am a being most unaware of my own mortal bliss

How I wish and wish for either time or not

For either peace to be

Or that most precious opposite of thought

To tell me I am at peace would ruin it for me