January 10, 2018
Swish swish it passes, swish swish.
Past seconds dropping to the void.
Ever pulsating remembrance they look on to the fevered flicker, I see.
Clocking around the spherical gaze, rays twitching that thought once presumed abandoned & lost.
Change past, change now, change soon.
Always asking for that movement, never standing, never in fetal position
Its glory edges around at moments not needed.
Justification hard to explain in conscious & well meaning sound.
Ebbing & sloping a bonafide just, it slips on a point.
Crackle it leaves.
Maybe it will be back?
Maybe?
We will see