Time runs through her promises and discounts them one by one for such are these cart wheels made to unravel the stony path and yonder the Ash jowl to cheek their longevity snaps soiled by the wood-colliers
we tread pebbles that fornicate with the dead laying haphazardly to unburden their endeavour, de-fragmented a Memory of un-feasibility proclaims the broken Path and purchased here for eternity