Perfect Arrogance

At twenty to bit look back see what see saw
What I had written made my, wanted more.
And never had I noticed created back before

Eight years look back getting older by the day
Still talking numbers progressed into time-space.
I'm doing maths learnt signified object math.

Learnt my objection writing is a tool, don't whittle
What is lost. Moved the core now, literal rehearse.
I've practised being me now, fractured and diverse.

Measured. Precise. The meanings getting dense now
It was obvious it had to be a, big, get up all round 'how'.
Spoken in that tone of breath. Relating to living place.

Realised that I wanted to be a little back, tittle-
tattle could remember the spell, as letters fashion words.