spinning, spinning,
wildly spinning,
everything a blur,
sometimes I focus
and catch sight of
a familiar truth
only to have my gaze
disappear into
this relentless giddiness.
I can't ask questions
until the answers become clear
I wait for my mind to cease
it's silly games
and rest in the company of strangers.
wildly spinning,
everything a blur,
sometimes I focus
and catch sight of
a familiar truth
only to have my gaze
disappear into
this relentless giddiness.
I can't ask questions
until the answers become clear
I wait for my mind to cease
it's silly games
and rest in the company of strangers.
posted by billy at Sunday, October 14, 2007
2 Comments:
My first visit...I have read your words at "Wild Grace" for some time now, but you haven't posted there in a while, so I went searching for more - and was rewarded! Thanks for this poem, as usual it is amazing!
Thanks crecenet I really appreciate your encouragement.
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