This episode is also available as a blog post: https://imnotgoood21blog.wordpress.com/2023/04/27/a-fever-of-time/

"The fragments of history lay like treasures in the sand,
Hiding among Man and the weathered fury of the land
The relics of life’s past, a flash, a fever of ‘time’
Hastened to the beckoning of change, of life’s test, of death
Of wicked musings and fancied choosing’s of Man.

Man, the molder of thoughts & plunders of events and acts,
reflecting just who He am.

Man, the chosen one, self, leader of the Band, among the land
Leaving God, rightly, to delay His hand
For Man, fighting amongst himself, is hardly trusting of the plan
To Be
To See Clearly
Who and where to place His hand.

Drowning in clouds of thoughts
Precipitating acid rain
And cleaning it up with a mop
Frozen, sounding the horn of the train…
before he derails himself from the course,
And He, in vain..

Man, the answers of seeking, and where, too, do they grow
Into the Garden?
O, if He’d only know."