The mobius strip has a singular, unending side, constantly looping back onto itself.
It beats and beats and beats.
Fog when I wake,
Thunder when I sleep.
It crackles; veins alight and aflare.
The rush comes unexpected,
A mistimed snare.
Mine, all mine, but only for a time.
Again and again,
It never leaves my mind.
My heart aches.
When will you leave?
Tell me the time.
That hour I grieve.
The stars never spelled stay.
My soul knew that
You were going away.
Cyclical; repetitive it grows.
–This unlistening engine–
Take it as you go.