Eyes Which Stop All Time

Oh,
time be formless,
within eye.
Time,
be ancient,
within mind.
Time,
be endless,
whilst simply,
being alive.
Oh,
formless one.
Oh,
spirit which rivals,
the sun.
Oh,
how I wonder,
of each moment,
to come.
For,
the flame,
has been set upon me.
Has,
altered the wholeness,
of actuality.
Has,
halted reality.
Stopped,
even simplistic motion.
For,
as of now,
my forever eyes,
are,
open...
©yungb123