Loudax Rides Again

Whereupon a journey is made as it is so often made from one end of the sprawling ruin to the other, with a nanoseconds real time caught accurately unless chance sees it not going as it always does or should or god willing will and time instead stops as the last of your time streaches out forever and for never again, but in a nanosecond until THAT time with time like every day for food, for drink for work and pleasure and from it, as to it, a home.