Spin spin spun
World alight, flaming dark down
Drowning in the firelight
Ash sweeps by in a chill wind
Spin spin spun
Dropping spindles a plumbline
Into straight tiled lines
Quartered, I am drawn
Spin spin spun
Dervishly dizzy
Petals, twigs, scratching, petting
I am stroked into nothingness
I am spun
I am spun
I spin