Dispense Sensation

The count down ticks, the bomb of silence
explodes against a context heretofore
all too well aware of deadlines. Law
of life is self and self-violence
beating with wild wings against Time's claw.
Time is not measured by dates sucked from its maw,
plucked by those who want more than sense,
but through the causal braid whose intense
pattern leaves all lusting for more
tolerance, misunderstandings silenced.

poem by Jonathan Robin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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