The clouds swept above his,present,in those days.
He planted no trees of evasion to prevent the,future.
The ground earthed every deed he never undid.
The air suspended his secrets,
The wind tumbled his evil whispers.
Thus water whetted regret to depression.
Heat melted his good side of humanity.
The cold froze the molten scars of reason and love.
The flaming memos of what was intermittently consume his life.
The kind of man known today,was before and shall be the same tomorrow.
By M.O.O aka Carswell evoL