On the Table
The sun may not shine, and the heavens are known to open. Effortlessly facing up, your name was called - with or without honor. You are late, henceforth, your time was. Internals most likely are missing, and the rest is frozen at times. Wooden, cloth, cement, wiremesh, scriptures, and spades being the order of the day. Everyone loves you regardless, and they'll cover 1000 miles in anguish or with far-fetched smiles. What starts end, what is was, what was was. Plan for this, you are next, lest we defeat the undefeatable!
