Time pulsates on
coloured or drab by chance
with vaporous breath
proclaiming life exists…
*
Set in motion
powered by what or whom
with circumstance awaiting
only to end too soon…
*
The visible and the abstract
mingle and merge, you see…
no longer part dichotomy,
I’m now a single me.
*
Dennis Crompton © 1996
(first published www.denniscrompton.wordpress.com 2013)
