Pulsating clock paradox,
locked with a vision that skips,
from moment to moment affixed-
abridging current conditions,
as the planet dances and spins-
eating the romance with my shells skin,
akin to a stars birth and burning,
phoenix light beacon,
stream waves out lay-
the motions meaning,
stitching marks on the curvature-
of a dimensions bending,
a mixture of mobius strips
and feedback loops heard as-
clicks, buzzes and whispers,
they muse thought to travel and form
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