In each passing moment in which we live
A tug at the heart will light an eternal spark
A shoulder to cry as a gnat with a fly
A common alabaster box removed alone
A given chance at which to humbly sing a long
In a sorted variation of a dream
A chance to sing the song

Face to face among the vast exchange to its twilight prism
A shift in harmony by which to rearrange
A sought after excursion from its innate plausible quest
Just to make it into God's heavenly rest
A fight with fallen shadows proned toward flirting death

All of life is a virtual test

A heart face to face to resist its master trace
A searching viable conquest to rest the mentally insane
Face to face in each waking moment you can find both peace & rest;

In its inner silence thwart its beckoning call to resist
A pierced side filtered with dashed hopes of dispair
Face to face we shall see it's elegant fashioned slight of hand;

Although for the given moment we visibly can notice its effect,

Face to face we will someday notice it's brilliance
Amidst the hour of decision proned to fables & idolatry
Vanquished from its source of measurable thought asunder.
Is it any wonder we have too much time on our hands?