Where's The Inner Time Zone

Let the river runs deep and purred, the oceanic falls, when it started to tick tock thoroughly in stow, heavy windy waves were carrying on, the sound is like an organic clockwise soothingly, it goes backward and forward in many of times out there completely indeed enough, otherwise in the rest, not unlike to take mountaineer journey of the northwest, and try your best to climb in feet and hands, the pointer has been straighter than a single rocket, the time was running as it goes wild, might be up and down, either side to side, partly in zigzag moment ever made sincerely, sometimes the clock went over and done, it has been knots and bolts came loose, the numbers were out of place everywhere, the arrows would be broken into pieces, the time zones became too much of wicked bones, the sound of crunch cones become more than tunnel wave in words of misty love

Written by
Michael James Brindley
8-15-18