Spin spin spun

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

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