Deterrence

This September. It is 
going to be very quiet. 

I am trying to caress 
the mimosa, which 
always said, 
touch-me-not. 

The spontaneous probe 
will start the construct in love 
of philosophy to mimic 
the animal plus 
the femineity. 

A clock was moving 
without hands. Time was up 
but legs were amputated. 
How will you walk 
towards your truth?

Reviews

[monono]

I liked the image of caressing the mimosa, like a metaphor for vulnerable love? The third stanza 'The spontaneous probe will start the construct..' is very intriguing, but I wonder if it could be expressed more simply. I liked the abstract feel of this though. It feels like I am walking through time, touching and feeling.