Complex and intricate lines define the many places where time and experience share an integrated stasis slowed by the infinitesimal pathways uncovering a design to fashion and mold the intricate character as a classic wine yet many hide behind the cloak of a persona common in the nature protecting the frailties of bruised egos fallen to several devices that perpetuate concealing misguided deeds with the conceit and the deception growing wildly as weeds only to wonder if the reality of truth is at a mythical end giving credence to a manifest destiny one can no longer bend then comes the realization that time has consumed lifeβs stages with the arrow of existence captivated in human wagesβ¦
From my self-published book of poems entitled.... "One Man's Passage" Dedicated to our masquerades.