This is read from a palm, a Sumerian tablet. Fate's route a flustered map. Legend: No regrets! The travel plan written in the winds. Courage from inside rummages gloomy fields. Red, bled from the dusk clots into the dark. Journey happens.
Life gives up claim only to a postmortem of I-told-you-so. The "so-sad"s come across very late. Rain falls and winds blow but the suggestions stay . Hang about like strange shadows They've forgotten to leave. Dust and hot air come in between the big picture and my telescope.