time (revisited)

twisted, twirled, and turned around

yesteryear or months forebound

cycles, circles, sun and moon

fragments that slipped by to soon

lines and angles, single, paired

memories, moments caught and shared

raised like mountains and worn like sand

simplified to understand

trying to forget the past

things that matter always last

forward seeking reach to see

that of which will set us free

from that which binds them in

and echoes all that might have been

circadian mirrors of infinity

and all that’s needed is to be.