What if the object of strike is,
dilation?,
goblins find rest in it,
what if the world is influenced,
by something of our own?,
to that something seems,
that time fleets,
imagine the speed; morning speed,
with a swift velocity,
we wear here double and threshold,
and wash our days,
like dry season's leaves,
of course what is gourmand?,
taking away these blue roses and flowers,
is it that race?,
when nature is clearly green,
think about dilation,
if it is political.
Dilation
Bamanga Bashir
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 11/21/2020
Poet's note: We sometimes experience something like a dilation.
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