FigTree · Nov 16, 2011
Whirling world

The dervish
wished to begin this..
now around he spins
he twirls
he whirls
he swirls
as the world...spins

The constellations rotate
the heavenly orbs circulate

the heavens circumambulate
And the dervish is not nauseous..
but all the more conscious

 
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