A wound gives off its own light surgeons say. If all the lamps in the house were turned out you could dress this wound by what shines from it. - Anne Carson

Time as hunger.
Time passing and gazing.
Time as perseverance.
Mountain time.
Time as paper folded to look like a mountain.
Time compared to the wild fantastic silence of stars.

It was the hour when snow goes blue
and streetlights come on and a hare may
pause on the tree line as still as a word in a book.

Note that the word 'mute' is regarded by linguists as an onomatopoeic formation referring not to silence but to a certain fundamental opacity of human being, which likes to show the truth by allowing to be seen hiding.