Distance
The clock turns
The seasons turn
The old oak turns
To leaf, to belief
Shaken he is slow to return
But eventually does
Skin loses it's shake
It shakes off its second skin
Within, the settlements are regained
Husks are regrouped
Time
The wheels turn
The schedules turn
The computer turns
The old programme is re-programmed
Certainty is then slow to return
The set dates having been misplaced
