~cronos It's Time To Unwind~ Poem by E Nigma

Sign that dotted line
The whispers down below
Another mystery without a sign
You missed the carrier upon that desert road

The contents on his person
Which you will never know

It's time to take that hand
And break if from behind
Remind the keeper that this
Season webs to wind

Most delicate these whispers
Inside of your mind
When you pass through this forest
You'll come out alive

If you choose to ignore us
That hand you'll have to fight

And time after time
What's wronged is made right
Adventure of the virtue guided
Without sight

The virgins ears so sensitive
Yet blinded by the light

If you can trust the speed of sound
It's safe to travel in the night
But to travel at the speed of thought
You must learn to materialize out of time

Time is chaos, created by the order of all things