Ponderous, we travel curving lines
In ever widening circles, unknowing
That the curl of space fools us, the arc of time laughs
As all the while, maddening waves move us
Farther from shore, away from the buoys
They always told us would mark the safe boundary edge
The birds in air, sea creatures beneath;
Between heaven and earth, a multitude of beings
But in the middle we flounder in lonesome lives, waiting
Reeled in by invisible gods whims, anticipating..
i love spirals too love i love the reeled in....... waiting for god's whim anticipating. iv'e been like that before. its cool u wrote about that.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the waters are deep and dark, and from whence the life boats shall arrive has yet to be fully known... I love the feel of this poem.