Out of the swamp of imagination
Crawl images that lie
Hibernating in subterfuge
Awaiting entrapment
On time’s sticky tendrils
The now is never now
The then was never then
The “now and then ” always is
And is subsumed in a sphere
Of omniscience
We pick out strands of divisiveness
From a multi-layered tapestry
Cushioning the universe
Like an atmospheric blanket
And breathe into them
The breath of time
Everything that radiates
From deep consciousness
Is like a seed in the embrace
Of a gestational egg
leonard daranjo
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-things-touched-by-time/
