That time,
When the morning shook me awake with a new set of senses
Every pore opened leaving my old body obsolete and breathless

It was a great day, filled with glory and dried sweat
The sky would tell me tales of gore and criminal's scores
The trees sung of warriors that could handle any pest that crept
Sun and Moon would prance, ignorant of envious bores

It was a great day, rattled with sounds and prattles
Even gravel, had its mysteries of wondrous wandering
Waters simply grew a face, to smile of silent pondering
Grouchy and coarse the soils were, always whining of past battles

It was a great day, whistling secrets and flaunting immortality
At least that was how the wind would laugh, free and kooky
Fires did more whistling, between their cackles and endless dances
Then science was rinsed off the creatures to show the paths in their glances

Who was I to judge?
Woes of consuming spectra
Under despot rhyme

Then night had fell +
My eyes would dwell /
My hearts next swell =
Still a space to figure,

A time to measure:
The center of levers::
A fate for lovers:
A void...to test