A 33° Footnote

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