On my 19th ex-perpetual circle path, I've opened ears to the humming air-melody
I'm sitting in the same displaced solvent as some distant relative who dropped me where I sit, sat
He stopped for a moment, dwelling on my 1000th year descendant bloody birth...yeah
And then I bring a niche, like the normal set of notches on my worlds brightness knob I click to a halt where i'm sure he stopped
Thinking of me sharing this space, so many circles later, in this lighting, telling the same shape-shifting