The whispers of Centuries
passed down
in code,
such Cellular messages
repeating themselves incessantly
to the same End
There is no time lost
only time deepened
the repetition, of a stutter
a Call,
the re-enactment
of a moment
Nothing is forfeited in Repetition
we repeat the moment
unequivocally,
until we Seize the moment
or don’t