too lazy to name it

Back again, I see you with all but a smile,
Quite uncertain of the cosmic error
Which reaps rewards away with vigor and hands this back
In weird throbbing voice recordings that you could have swore you erased weekends ago.

Well whereabouts and roundabouts are loaded questions
That/ look for answers like eating their own tails
And building blocks are stacking clocks onbtrinket blocks
Wot :/ little boxes of bigots who bounce with only their heirlooms
As their heirs literally loom over lakes posing as lovers
And look another author cut his hand off
And saved the day by switching the antagonist
And fending off the mailman
The only remaining cycle to transpose was the first
But we all remembered the words being blurry
And I remember you asking a lot of questions
I remember thinking clearly
But it's foggy
And forced
Now if I could see eye to eye with myself
Then this mirror would exist as me
And I wouldn't be able to tell if I was clean
But I guess that's where faith comes in
Or laziness