On with the heart of the matter.
The conversation blushed,
with a swift redirection:
But how are you?
What have you done?

I've found,
what abounds at my own leisure,
is still no resolution made,
 [bad word] to stay only for moments.
But how were you when I was gone?

Once carved in two halves,
both sway a bit upside.
Angels and angles;
I am the new divide.
Retrace, about face,
retreat when undermined.
Capsize and sink till you think and swim, aligned.

The change still unchanged,
I pivot with new pace
with all but [bad word] so help him.
God, spoken out loud;
a wish left unmade now.
But where was I when I was gone?

Once carved in two halves,
both sway a bit upside.
Angels and angles;
I am the new divide.
Retrace, about face,
retreat when undermined.
Capsize and sink till you think and swim, aligned.