Rotation is Optional
What makes up the Dance of the Spin, whence to forth have came of This from??
What happened to have Spun such a Spiral to arise,
Entwined
~ of such likes as this kind, from the Void of Shadows unspeakable Bliss, what only Knows of this depth's Abyss.
I decline, this current paradigm, make to rumble, thus impending rise would grow beneath to tremble
the ground, of outgrown belief.
I weep in prayer...on bended knee...before the alter of the quaking Core.
If not the many visions before, mine have eyes once forseen, then from the Sacred Secret, it's Truths have been.
When the Wings of the Mother are rightfully addressed, our tears will flow, bring heave to our chest .
It is then will we contend, of what such Powers we provoke & offend.
Then do we enter without Vision in Center, the Dance of the Spin
For surely we fall Dizzy, Heavy our State....Flux will Flash if not with the Flow, that throes asunder now thrash and grow, stronger than this only One we all know, With Hope we pray for what we sow...but She is all that's left to Go...
Of what I speak I dare not Know
My first ever poem on HP
From the NS collection