We all fall

The circle calls
The wide arc wails
Birls before my eyes, whirls
Pools of thought through
My head
Tries to spin and dance me
Webs traps tears:
Yes it can show the chink
In eternity's curtains if it
So desires -

It will let you see the
Truth  of time, the
Grand  design, if you
Look,  and want to.

I have seen the light that
For  a second splayed
Across  my  hands
Curved  past my ear
And  it told me
That we  ail fall
In long slow spirals
And  that nothing
Happens  by chance
Here.

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