Echoes of a Former Age, the kind from which the Present’s made Time has slipped between their blades; won’t be shortened, sliced, or tamed, Never gonna be the same moment. Never been another we could choose. It never changes yet it always moves, watching there as Time carves out her grooves. A glacial crush; she polish smooth. Watch her spin tectonic plates. Mountains crumble, valleys ache. The coast, an edge spelled E DJ; never gonna have to pay, listen to that music play. Watch divinyl lines unspool. The needle skips and ages cool. What’s it all for? No. Whom.