“Sands of buried time....
Is what I stumbled across my fateful path today.
Watches and clocks now viewed, exposed and weatherworn.
Relics of an almost long and forgotten era.
The discarded treasures of mankind's bygone memories...
Now viewed as future's yesterday.”

•

“The trove stretches out for miles and miles here before me...
With a newer discovery of yet another's individual period of time.
And with each and every single step I would partake...
I then fell down to my knees to cry. For being an unwilling witness to this precarious sacrilege.
The dust tried to cloud my eyes...
As my brown skin slowly began to blister and bake.”

•

“Then I stood up again and looked around me for a brief moment.
I struggled to squint and stared back blindly...
At a wide blue and cloudless jealous sky.
It was in that very exact moment of time that I slowly realized...
That these pieces represented time being over and done...
For any and all it systematically and naturally left behind.
Within the lowest valley low or the fearless mountain high.”

•

“Sands of buried time!
You too will watch me sleep...
And lay down this weary body down you will...
For its deepest and final rest.
My watch or clock may or may not properly represent periods of dryness or arrid sultry wind.
And this next moment could be my last or perhaps my worst or best...
But just as sure as heaven or hell will surely await me...
I must NEVER stop what I am doing.”

•

“Even if it kills me to conquer the hearts of the wrong and the right.
Where I fall let the buzzards gracefully feed off my rotting flesh.
Let my bones litter the barren landscape...
When and where the daytime surrenders...
Calmly and peacefully to the night.”



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