I say I have been stumbledspun
And caught my feet anew
But truly still I tumble-run
Half falling through the blue
But is that not the way it goes
When time moves on to what it knows
And days cascade their way to night
Where we all fall through feardelight
And morning comes relentlessly
With ardour from the way we spin
And all is still or so it seems
Before it starts to endbegin
Nov 17, 2025
Nov 17, 2025 at 8:25 AM UTC
I say I have been stumbledspun
And caught my feet anew
But truly still I tumble-run
Half falling through the blue
But is that not the way it goes
When time moves on to what it knows
And days cascade their way to night
Where we all fall through feardelight
And morning comes relentlessly
With ardour from the way we spin
And all is still or so it seems
Before it starts to endbegin