The candles replanting themselves with regularity; additions becoming multiples as seasons turn The wind blows cold then warmer often insects scurrying about their business digging down burying up moving south drifting north Things come and go Flickering, blinking to the rhythm of our scything metronome 9 billion, more Flips of the innards of a melty metal bring us TT A second, in thrall To the long circuits of larger orbs celestial While Luna hides, smiles and shows her face Dragging the waters Releasing the blood Sometimes blinding red, a rare dazzling ring Blocked and blocking the view of Helios in eerily silent gob-smacking splendour we calculate now so much we know
