Spinning out
without control
product of
lost focus.
Having nothing real
to believe to justify.
Mutinous treacherous
disjointed moments.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mutinous treacherous disjointed moments Disjointed moments.......astonishing application of the words. Disjointed and moments. But poet, we know the conception of time is also an illusion. It is a relative truth with the respect of place and matter. Just remind Eliot's 'objective correlative'. past present future just within a single moment. So disjointed, can't imagine. Time is not the summation of single moments in higher philosophical explanation I think. It is the human, who has translated it simply by the clock to exist emitting the domination of Soul's monarchy. Am I talking like a child or an insane! Whatever it may be, Truth does not depend on any sanction. So fourth dimensional conception has been derived from human brain. Much more to write.......Well written another piece of creation. Thank you. Regards, 10+ pranab