Why Disappearing Time Distracts

Death happens like a falling tree taking a life swifter than night the sights the sound, the dreams of the dead remain present for survivors in light Of the book of Kismet few have read concerned with the world and rough scrapings of winter many would make good life evolve sinter traveling somewhere to first-last homesteads To think, perchance to not invent hard time’s one’s fought encountering recurring mishapen plans broadcasting, coiled antinomy to man true and false networks praise the golden calves of Dan.