Tilt of turning

World of whirling

Axis churn forever

Moving earth

Eluding logic

Losing meaning

Seeming left is right

And up is down around

Not found of sense

No recompense to draw

Conclusions are beginnings

Bending all perception

Leanings one way to the other

I am you are me

I see

No thing a whirr

We all are blended

Into one an other

No such thing

Is parted ever

Started or has ended

Sent with all our love

Intended dance the dance

Of life is death

This heaven is our hell

Descended up is ended

Angels sing in devils voices

Good is bad so what is sad?

We all fall down

Around around

No ground

We spin away…


©K Barr


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