Hours and Minutes

hours pass like minutes sucked up in the vacuums of my thoughts weaving a mesh of entangled webs I'm in a far place where you get gently touched by lighting ,never struck where you're like meadows seduce both the hunter and the prey where lions go vegetarian where there's no policing of thoughts no place to hang faults suddenly there's no room in the room cobwebs weave delicately ,where serenity can't but hug lucidity tamer hossam