The Edge Of The Disc Poem by Egal Bohen

The edge of the disc
As it spun around
Moved faster and faster
And covered more ground
Than the hole at it’s centre
That hardly did move
That place where we started
Our life in Time's groove

As one is the disc
As it turns through degrees
Yet nearer it's centre
The lower its speed
Move in or move out
All on the same line
Spiralling outwards
Contiguous Time

Over one ridge
If but there we could flee
Is the line we've just travelled
Moving outwards you see
While over the other
Our future to be
Waits pristine
Undiscovered
For you and for me