Among the clatter and chatter,
Shifting specks and pulsating ripples,
Wavy swirls and mournful elegy of emotions
in the vast recesses of heart,
the generous dimensions of her presence
give me a differently abled self,
Wherein I measure my time differently,--
the heart pierced by the arrows of linear time dies
and its spirit flies in loops of cyclical time:
past pushing into the present;
the present barging into the future;
the future stabbing the past from behind,
It’s a grand collision,
A marvelous crash.
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