A Fever of Time

This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/04/27/a-fever-of-time/ "The fragments of history lay like treasures in the sand,Hiding among Man and the weathered fury of the landThe relics of life’s past, a flash, a fever of ‘time’Hastened to the beckoning of change, of life’s test, of deathOf wicked musings and fancied choosing’s of Man. Man, the molder of thoughts & plunders of events and acts,reflecting just who He am. Man, the chosen one, self, leader of the Band, among the landLeaving God, rightly, to delay His handFor Man, fighting amongst himself, is hardly trusting of the planTo BeTo See ClearlyWho and where to place His hand. Drowning in clouds of thoughtsPrecipitating acid rainAnd cleaning it up with a mopFrozen, sounding the horn of the train…before he derails himself from the course,And He, in vain.. Man, the answers of seeking, and where, too, do they growInto the Garden?O, if He’d only know."