Dispense Sensation Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Toxin countdown ticks up, triggers bomb of silence.
Mortality explodes. Dumpty none can restore.
Life's spell soon shatters, well aware of deadlines. Law
of life seems pipe dream, strife by, through, for self, self-violence
wildly beating wishful thinking wings 'gainst Time's claw.
Time may not be measured by dates sucked from its maw,
indiscriminately plucked by those wanting sense,
ignorant of subtle causal skeins whose intense
subliminal pattern leaves all lusting for more
Choice or Destiny? Chance dance advance leaves core
curiously empty, unproductive husk, whence
plans of mice, plans of men, fruitless fail, fall from fence
futilely flap before flame, name, fame are dispersed
as winds of change tame wills, star billing unrehearsed.