little did I know

little did I know this way then would be familiar without all the wanting I've tried to listen for the ending my ear up hard against a perfect spiral shell in that stochastic twist of sound my name bounces down a hollow staircase infinite and round dancing with delusion I'm not sure where I begin is the beginning or what I'm falling off from bloodied but still breathing hold me up and tell me I am blinded by precision what gifts have I forgotten whose sorrow is forgiven