All the time travel available
One hundred twenty five years ago in front of me
With no decimal point no and
Fourth grade true and still
Given this value extracted from marrow
We all hold certain things dear
Or we are enemy
Silly little experiments in light ring in my ears
The lost generation did not volunteer
They did not see it coming
Reflected these whisper shouting warnings
Wild or ordered the garden has no end that we share
These words mark days and some I do not remember
The sun primarily for expression we hear
