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.