The reserving of time never once to the occurrence of lateral thought, had repertoire of familiarity to flee with concurrent cognitive fulfilment, a natural nurture in abundance. Only myself to recall the pending times, the nearing chance of a second, had lost to a second continually junction through and along a minute. My intemperance to recolour, made more the provided hour, chained a secondary plane of navigation to recommend my incurring shadows of time. Filtered words of conductive wisdom, the worth of thought, negligible to my tethering decline; a lateral instruction to the reporting news, and piecing out a recline to my exceptional behavior, remain to transform in collective thought.

2020 Adam Blewett ©