It wants to fly straight, the arrow of time
not early or late, to the scene of the crime
forever it yearns, abnormally chiral
eternal returns in the form of a spiral*
for meaning and purpose, like everything, must
more than just once, return unto dust.
* it's truly pathetic to footnote ones own poetry, I know, but just to point out that the worldline of an eternally recurring vector such as the arrow of time would topologically speaking be a four dimensional spiral swallowing zir own tail, named Oroboros.