A Year of Poems – Day 364

And the cycle goes it turns and whirls
The world will never stop
The spinning sounds like fun
Until you learn it never stops.

The chords are tangled round the gears
And neither ever stops,
But grass and weeds and ivy vines
They also never stop.

Weeds were here before we were,
They’ll be here when we stop
The world will spin in glory too
The turbines will not stop.

The dizziness will long remain
Unless we learn to dance,
To take the spinning, knotted world
And make the chaos stop.

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