The Spin
The beauty of life,
upheld in the wind
it wasn't the earth,
sun fire or sin
that created the spin,
on views within
Twas the others, who's
views, judged others with spin
The world spun around,
with velocity hath
the notion of falling,
and flung off the path
had all a round, in a
spin from within
Twas the core, that we
knew, was the catalyst of spin
When was it to end, the
view points of wrong
that created a patter,
of birds a sing song
the words blew apart,
with no connection within
Twas the resonance, of
return, from the words to begin
Sitting alone, these
viewpoints swung and rebound
with earth shattering
consequences, we did and had found
these bars they
imprisoned, the innocent from within
Twas the noise, of the
chatter, that clanged like a din
The songbird had sung,
across parched meadows begun
that sweet sounding
chorus, over earth wind and sun
the meaning translated,
a more coherent run
Twas the release of the
judged, to undo, had begun.
The sun was a shining,
the earth was rebounding
the birds were a
singing, the sound was resounding
the cell was reopened,
the connection awoken
Twas the viral
spreading, that had to be broken
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