The Frozen Lake of Consciousness

(State of Suspension) Milk-frost curtains hide spectacular show - a story none have seen. Beyond the Western Lantern's glow, there a secret dangles for eyes to glean. Look once, but be not fooled because in passing, light plays tricks; look twice and find that what once was fades back into the Mix. Now frozen - there before you - a clock suspended still. The days move close, and closer to one everlasting Will.