Therein for a descent

Into time, and into space

Unwrap the gift and paper waste

Make tiles out of the floor

Set down coverings

Lap up designs

Comfort comes with warmth

And when one draws the line

What to get up for falling

Down the stairs and awakening

To rabbits in the field

What would you have me do,

That could possibly be done?

Where would you have be go,

That could possibly be found?

What end would we start

That a beginning couldn't finish.

Made from fair dares of contradicting wares

Lasting reminiscent memories of past happenings

Coming undone in the breadth of a warm morning

What do you see on the sunrise after the moon sets

What will you do when the day turns in for something darker

When the afternoon turns to the night for a shade nicer

Stars and predictions will bear their faulty colors soon.

The rubble of creating things.

Energy spent on time.

Product made into something new.

Can you think of anything else?

Could you do something unforgivable?

What would that be.

Can rock be man?

Could a stone be a person?

Could a pebble be sand?

Can't you wait for shoes?

Why do you seep with sweat?

Why are you so itchy?

What happened to the past?

Run, run, run.

Time will tell.

Crowded divisions hither here

Incisions made upon thy fear?

Or is it merely mapping matters,

Of what was already near.

Thoughts to come;

Days to fade;

A new sun.

I'm open for anything.

Render nutrients satisfactory

Senses are set for sight

Smell ya later