Monday, March 7, 2011

The Timeless Top

It's not that time is ending
more like it's standing still
while all the earth is spinning
and you question what is real.
Spinning like a top
on a polished marble floor
the floor stays solid under foot
as the top spins round some more.
Quietly and with great power
moving forward in that hour,
the hour of her greatest need
she watched the world fade out of green.
Leaves now golden, red, then brown
littered on the marble ground.
Ever spinning into space;
Ever tumbling in disgrace;
Ever falling from this base;
Ever circling out of place.

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