Origins, insertions, fibres
The path is widest
Approaching halfway
Yet close to the end
Is only so far along
And extremes distant
So I centralise drift
Anchor shit down
Review all experience
It’s purple and chewy
Stuck between teeth
Making tongues raw
Drifting with such ease
Along the axis of time
Until every turning point
Events yet to happen
Echo into the past
Knocking on notions
Redefining the future
Using original aspects
To nourish novelty.