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