There Is Time Poem by cristobal obregon silvertop

I squeezed all the juice out of love, i got my angle, I never meant anything but a piece of a huge dimension, my respect for the monster of wisdom, more, a humble thankfullness for a minute in the palace of love, set in the changing rose deserts of time, with its rose fragrance. I can see my fountain, eternal youth flowing out of it like the nile.Reaching everywhere the divine wants, satisfying desire, uniting. fusing, welcome to modern nuclear science of the flower.