Oh unholy intimidating time
ticking your incessant tock,
crying out a second
swallowed scream,
gouging out the minutiae
to reach the crux of the matter
only to find it flattened
and sprawled out into
an infinite sense of everything,
a past, present and future tense
of the workings of the mind.
I watch you flower and evolve poem by poem! I'm jealous! Well done Thank you?
Mae
Thanks, Devon. You are very kind.
Devon Brock
Fri 12th Jul 2019 21:59
Jon, "crying out a 'second' swallowed scream, gouging out the 'minutiae'..." so cleverly placed, reinforcing the ticking tock of an earlier line. Turning then to the image of spacetime. This is very well put together. Thanks for this. Mucho Kudos.
D
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Jon Stainsby
Mon 22nd Jul 2019 20:17
Mae, you are very kind. ?