Shall you swoop down, still confused, for nations and legions, of time to come, and look past the
nations which are stone-faced and agape?
Billions of grains of time gone, for a long time, with no inclination to move anywhere else but where you are.
you art.are.

And you stay and come in roves, and you stay rather extraterriestrial in your examinations of the world and nature, 
staying stagnant to your nest of damnation and comfort, picking at knowledge every once in a while,
like shreds of plant leaves beaked at by birds, gnashed at by bantams, garnished by hear say., like scraps that
a scavenger would not discriminate against in their /hard/ness/ /and/ lack of autonomy /and wisdom.....
Curious  but empty/headed in examinations of life.....  They would made it bleak...

The good things come to those who wait, and wait and await/wait I shal...

in abundancy.

The Saurus.

Trudded Trodded.  Trott

Withshall  Willshall Raeshall  Raschalle. Rschal.  Rachad.  Rachidorcifer  Rachidoerschard. Oettor.

rre.  rr

We know never to know.  To be confused so to be, ripened at the fact that we're dawdling and 
limitlessly unaware.