Their service to the ancients was with labors in the sun, and by this they were weaker getting done, but sleep as any other sleeps until the rising light. On the soil their muscles burned and work relied on memories and nerves, where structures of feat are built on stronger thoughts and stronger words, but toil the wary for the world. Dreams beyond compare as they finishing planting works of glare, and even tired of waiting and contemplating during distancing repast, just as seasons are cast, making limits of repair. Breaking waters of the mountain running bones of earthly fountains, pulling limbs across the family trees, with their teeth and bones both grinding while their joints request to rest. The tides of blood brutality ache echoes immortality, and continue thru modality in wages of the smoke, it was burden by necessity that task woke. Mounting distress and impacts depressed between storms of mind and collective, they could fight against oppression or miss the seeds of dreams instead, in the strange revenge of boredom had the jesters come and read. As imagined lighter sunlight like so many telling outright do the higher wide and far do the middle miss the stars while the signs are drawn on darkness, we imagine from this hardness there's a wanted need for tools of conflict, and forgetting we planted them.
Status, body, system, cost, adversity, mentality, emotion.
Status, body, system, cost, adversity, mentality, emotion.