he attended

to the trumpet

and the stand up bass

with focus

like a lonely needle

gently tracing fingerprints

across the surface of Saturn’s rings

and inhaled the alien transmissions

of the guitar

as deeply

as retrograde grooves

in the blackness spinning

so when some loudmouth technophile texts the world rambling while getting off on their own pleonasm that 360 degree rotations only bring us back to the same old start without having “achieved” anything new, any great great “progress” you’ll know to

smile simply

and drop the needle

oh so gently

into that perfect redemptive groove

in the forever spinning darkness

and rediscover for yourself

that there is no linear —

not a fucking thing is ever lost

when time is carefully kept.