Foriegn Rule

I hear roamins grumbling in the fields and for some days the world rules the depth of the foreign neights. Thing is something akin to the depth of humanity can touch the edge of experience and color the experience of all. Nearly like rainbows colored in primary and secondary colors only to realize that it's all reflected light in the waters of the deluge. Turncoats against the tides of time, into the history and future aspirations of each and beyond the reach of then living and now dreamt of lives. Taht's the way and the tao, or as the water is and flows into places where it is not the being of water. water. Taken aback a docile guinea pig draws the line in the sand, forcing the king into capitulation... and another day of sunrise and sets ends the same yet for the king and the pig its akin to a reality of indifference but yea, drums beat in the night for each. close close close your eyes explain nothing and that is that.