The boats that landed on the land’s water edge of the country now called America grew in size and division as I note write publicly to the chief of station inquiry in leaving other earlier pages in a darkened scribbled manuscript yesterday.
I in that intake sought to help myself from a fever caused by one of the many pandemics raging America in simple terms before of its domain cancer.
I have since come to think everything that crossed the range of time and distant hills challenges any independent decision is communism and leaves blank archeological square rounded to vertical reason world burial within and before and after my point challenges belief.
Prevails where the history is another view, where in time did this humanity beg on or the modern age I perceive is in the stanza of greater peril a war to end wars where the path will take on a nuclear winter not under necessitating a nuclear war.
In which case there is no answer but beneath the ice age which may follow the tunnels of such secret where the smallest plants given fruit a bit of salvation and time to resolve the final course.
The living will not lay in comfort or be seen.
This all being said another Russian Roulette or a few initials as AI either time doesn’t see or care and will not explain itself because its voices too illegitimate.
The only way to capture the past is not to commit the errors of the past.
One man one vote is a prevailing direction and inherent out of control where I came in and of the boat with clean slate would been yesterday.
Were the bouquets intended went to hell another in a other simplicity didn’t cover our backs.
We went on to this July date of inclusion in noting the road is red for many, the course redden wait without salient rule or matching stripes because I am not the voice of reason behind or ahead of the world 🌎 in turmoil.
Many years before there were walls of vertical interest called sky scrappers were built from the drawing boards to finish took a near quarter of a century of time in our standard from the draft board.
More or less clearly not up in quick time or can be said quickly down in a few hours or moments in time.
My day off from work was to coincide with my birthday but just before it was changed to September 11 where my brother’s wife called me come upstairs and told me an airplane had crashed into one of the twin towers.
Where history began changing before my eyes the day after on 9/12 my work hours were changed to pushing carts all day at the store I worked.
Indifferent hours were scheduled so I changed my wear to shorts and mask two things different and the day proceeded with darken clouds passing overhead.
A rare story both in belief one of passing history but the photos that came out of the vertical jump board are of historical reference having no bounds of both cause and effect.
A couple of box cutters changed the world and America from vigil to patriot’s law which became the law of the land.
The writing on the wall, the crack in that wall allowed some conformity the snake that left the tree to lie in wait breaks the thought of rule laid down by early chisel stone.
Such things are not polite to mention because it calls to another time not uplifting to change the seas beyond have kept secret the course of humanities step chiseled to fall engulfed not to say all are in that deep well but only a few.
Of that day laid not submerged into time or the doom what came which in history’s terms called for change the others issue what brought down or covered the ancient walls left an earmark on the high point.
You can believe foul play has no limit the world has moved to colder times or waters you want to perceive to be or single account to follow the earth’s step in a cold departure from a eviler contempt to bringing from hell released souls or some still a green apple in hand.
Upholding ancients rule the wait will be in tomorrows sails a cold ignorance or call to same another sea in doubt that all past walls could not contain are broken into parts from outside judgements.
The once perfect place now a place of fear another coming which is the writing on the wall where the other world rings in their outlook from higher grounds the sight beyond the other earth called Zion.