The Pond at Desert Edge

Where did you run when time went like a slick fox through fog spent cups of grog wreck papers bent physics banter clues clog tent Infinite numbers of dimensions go cross webbed then, four plot Avrm’s goat space and motion send matter with time glow caught for replacement of sins mortals know Ladies and lakes will come now when rains of the Earth rise somehow time loaves the vine just to plough cold logic met ponds from Tao.