Winced time | Merlin Flower

Timeline, if it flows so
uprising in desperate measure
field filled with pretense of now.
Lunged grab, the gift of ‘could all’
miss on the missed seconds, ah.

Strength of the strong, here with me;
chopping the refreshing deep-cut,
the double edged haven of minute,
creamy connected remote nearness.

The price on the boundary line of everness;
flying in straight line, the touch
of present, prize of all.

Author : Merlin Flower 

Indian Review | Literature & Poetry | Authors | Merlin Flower

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