Chain Gang, (Ecclesiastes 3:1-8)
~ by D², @d2poetry
Everything is tethered
to the seconds on a clock
like a bomb
programmed to detonate
followed by ripples
aftershocks
Initiated with pediatrician’s
rear spank
sparking lit filament
rapidly roaring conflagration
consuming
tightly woven fibers
inching towards
blast, transformative
pregnant possibilities
bursting at the seams
to maximum reach
and appropriate
exposure
multiple planetary
orbs of
Chronos
colliding
Big Bang Theology
making insignificant appearances
deep within a fraction of
a singular
Kairos Moment
~ D², 8.05.17, 1:26 PM
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