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The Sand of Time Are Unfathomable

There are grains; that follow us, to keep track of time. The grains of sand; in a sand clock. https://googleads.g.doubleclick.net/pagead/ads?client=ca-pub-1883810847636355&output=html&h=245&slotname=8228856220&adk=3791556520&adf=2922973331&w=293&fwrn=7&lmt=1590872416&rafmt=11&psa=1&guci=2.2.0.0.2.2.0.0&format=293x245&url=https%3A%2F%2Fcdn-af.feednews.com%2Fnews%2Fdetail%2F15166029e317ca1d1533df733583daa0%3Fac%3D3g%26client%3Dnews%26country%3Dng%26features%3D34359738125%26lang%3Den%26language%3Den%26low_perf%3Dtrue%26mode%3Dbody%26picture_less%3Ddisabled%26swdp%3D320%26uid%3D35b2403b36011e4c094b41d263613ac5e2f35498&flash=0&wgl=1&adsid=NT&dt=1590872414906&bpp=134&bdt=4818&idt=1284&shv=r20200526&cbv=r20190131&ptt=9&saldr=aa&abxe=1&cookie=ID%3D049e499f866e5001%3AT%3D1590739726%3AS%3DALNI_MZyG8RhiHvBwMi_Di5s0WYsPb2h2Q&crv=1&prev_fmts=0x0&nras=1&correlator=4454173030820&frm=20&pv=1&ga_vid=1262510548.1583835499&ga_sid=1590872416&ga_hid=64869238&ga_fc=0&iag=0&icsg=8923903&dssz=13&mdo=0&mso=0&rplot=4&u_tz=60&u_his=1&u_java=0&u_h=570&u_w=320&u_ah=570&u_aw=320&u_cd=24&u_nplug=0&u_nmime=0&adx=14&ady=603&biw=320&bih=452&scr_x=0&scr_y=405&eid=21066085%2C21066142&oid=3&pvsid=2537237016828573&pem=214&rx=0&eae=0&fc=1924&brdim=0%2C0%2C0%2C0%2C320%2C0%2C320%2C452%2C320%2C452&vis=1&rsz=%7C%7CoeE%7C&abl=CS&pfx=0&fu=8336&bc=31&ifi=1&uci=a!1&fsb=1&xpc=8wsU8CySpp&p=https%3A//cdn-af.feednews.com&dtd=1411

When, will our lives end, and why are our ancestors, buried, beneath the sand? Where will we build; our future cities in? Above clouds; of uncertainty; or beneath the sea; where we wish to swim; with the new creatures; that will roam free; once we clean; the earth’s basin. The colored hue; of red, and blue. The colored hue; of tan, and yellow. Accepting; the heat, and humidity; of labor. Of a mother’s welcome child; into the arms, of men. Fit to embrace; the future. Searching for clean water; and oil. The riches, of mineral water; and soil. With cotton; to guard their bodies. With riches; to provide for their hunger. Clouds, do become; a reflection; of what the earth has in store; for humanity. We must pray; for abundant soil; to produce; this generation’s food; and for it to be shared among humans. Food which is not cooked, but washed; and meat, for those in need of protein.

When, will we be able, to take quicksilver; out of fish; and when, will we, let go; of adornments; best suited for machines, and structures; to rebuild, and consolidate; safe, working environments; for the families; that will take care, of this; and the next; generation’s; ample scale of technologies; we can produce; immediately; once the time; is ripe; to lengthen, and extend; our lives; through correct; human maintenance; work, and recreation; as we lengthen our sleep; and let go; of time constricted, work schedules; and low paying jobs; that diminish; our life; as human beings; within society.

I am not the person, to make laws. I am a good person; who will guard his expenditure, and consumption; wisely; as I wait; for fair skies, and weather; and opportunities; to breath in; sea water; desert smells; and springs; or autumns; without the stench; of smoke in the air. Should you have time to read; manuals, and study guides; to amply broaden; your profession; be it medical; technological; mechanical; artistic, or divine; it is time to rest; and recuperate. This world we live in; will never cease to be.