far the land spans crossing the distances with its aspect of danger concealed the sky is as blue

as latent with aches and earth its mantle supine lays open one, two, three, four dimensions, intertwine clouds atrophy and ripen then it rains the water drips insistent and wetting evaporates there, it cannot maintain commence then approaching, the highway time disappearing it too falls away sustenance ravishing more slips away the harvest of humans is underway there is no question that it wont delay as it hurries much faster every day