I’m earning a doctorate in time studies. 
A blank verse opera.  
I keep my mouth shut & listen,  
Escalating with all my parts to inhabit received logic.  
I’m retracing what I think I see, I’m  
For concentrating on song colors, naming obvious finds,  
 
Pushing the most obvious among broken parts,  
The self-defiant.  
 
My cologne is — or my drink is — Siesta  
Leaving me in states of redefinition:

For an atom = A head turn divided by meanings pertinent in several ways at
Once. 


Clockwise = 2nd turning two or more meanings into one 
But with subheads.