All Circling Around (From, Poet On Www) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I draw these lonely letters,
Around the lights and something;
Some thoughts are like abbreviators,
In space and time abducting.

Can't see the light in front of you,
With directions all circling around.
All is coming lonely too,
Going spinning to renew;
Like winds on the roads going through,
Identical intact the weightless blew.

I feel these words in a lightless falls,
Down the trees like agate whirlwind;
Spinning around something no one calls,
Nothing to lose in self pity disciplined.

Can't see the waves in front of you,
With directions all circling around.
All is coming lonely too,
Going spinning to renew;
Like winds on the roads going through,
Identical intact the weightless blew.

Under drone not flowing the same,
Hours presence beneath each stop;
Silence to sound in naming the game,
Pulsation movements after each hop.

Can't see the dark in front of you,
All is coming lonely too;
Going spinning to renew,
Like winds on the roads going through.
Identical intact the weightless blew,
Identical intact the weightless blew.
The weightless blew,
The weightless blew,
The weightless blew.