The end of clocks

I stumble upon this place
As if the privileged first, chosen
To receive a glimpse of the eternal
Where clarity of thoughts,
that impossible demon,
Is so close, unlike
the tease of daily life

But to find that the mechanics
of all that is temporal
Have documented nary an hour
Since I fell into dreams;
One hour which laughs
At its long-lost mother
Eternity?

This must be another world
safe from the one of clocks
Where even music is too definite
Where a solitary airplane in the sky
appears naked in its nullitude
Yet still inspires awe
In its insistence

The excitement of the brevity of existence
Captured in this much desired cup of water
Soothing not just a night's thirst
But the thirst of light-years
To get closer and closer
To seeing the world
In its entirety

Yet I slip
further and further away
Back into my sated stomach and weary bones
Delivered back to sheets and pillows
As quickly as I'd arrived.