Unless those days were shortened, no flesh would be saved; but for the elect’s sake those days will be shortened Moving between points of time Without strapping a rocket to this frail frame the reality, however; is through that glass darkly breaking through the gauze of sunsets, concertos, prismatic visuals, forgotten refrains, moments, hours, seconds (stretching), the rails of trains,... though dared through quarantine with the world watching and waiting the light to fade an attempt would be fatal to any human time is an illusion; it is relative all plastered out spread eagle embroidered into this four-dimensional fabric of space-time tear it down rip it out FSU burn it to hell the ashes return to Earth ever so slightly younger than their identical twins that remain OR to travel wormholes between the fibers in the blanket of time while ...