Carpe Parvum

Froze once again in my petit mal shock.
You could lay me out with a feather’s knock.

I’m here, but not; just staring into space.
Bereft of my thought, the time & the place.

Plans for cosmic epochs pass in a tic.
Comprehending nirvana; one clock’s click.

Question & Answer: both given at once.
Understanding requires years & months.

I return to now, relieved of worried rage.
One fleck of omniscience left for my page.