Tick
Tock.

Breathe.

Half past one,
Nighttime quiet begun,
In the absence of noise,
A soul speaks.

Try not to listen,
Impossible to avoid,
Echoes of a void
    under construction.

Peace is fleeting
At least the feeling.
Eternity echoes forever.

Rippling waves
Of cosmic interplay

Stretching without tension

Endless acceleration
But for now I hit the ground.
Reality has returned,
Or I have returned, to it.
Which is it?
It is only in the in-between 
   that we can feel the partition between worlds.