Alone, I traveled beside a wall of clocks,
the land of structure—no room to imagine.
A forest of matches strikes a rock
and lights a world of unexpected passion.
The now irrelevant clocks have frozen;
and running fast into the forest I find
too little space for feeling and reason.
So emotion occupies my occupied mind.
And as the light swallows the world you emerge,
and a proper place is formed for this fire—
so into this light I gladly submerge.
Now, surrounded by desire,
this recklessly beautiful sensation
is expressed most clearly through implications.