This Day

Seconds from Death and my eyes still blink within this confusion.
Wrist moving and ticking to my bold heart made of fear
Its an illusion that space gulped thee heaven,
Linking all stars to slaves of touch, Gold the fall of sanity.
Its a giant pillar that outline the idea of life, time.
Its a segment of dimensions in the eye of an Angel.
Glorious for control of space, rhythm between reality n breathing numbers.
Science of clockwise imagination steed. the actual face for that fast moving traffic,
Micro-chip application of that Red dressed lady, checking that wrist for illusion.
Would you have noticed the limits in the 12 numbers that circle file "Earth".
And give age to existing air within that womb, for birth of "Freedom"