10-18-2012, 07:08 AM
Seems like a decent poem to me. Seems a litte wordy; but I'm wordy too, when I'm in a bad mood. Nothing excessive here, for a serious poem about thinking. I think time is an infinite "irregular" spiral, including all that's in time and all that's not. Including itself, and what's not itself. The poem sounds nice when you read it out loud.