Centrifuge.
One day the world will stop
And you shall leap the circle’s roll
Though still, the glassy pebbles fly
And angry boulders run down hills
Onto shoulders push against the pull
With wavering urge of spinning tops
And spiralling seeds in final fall
Like Catherine Wheels that call.
And when rounding winds desire
They’ll cease their turn within
For such is fate that shall retire.
One day the world will stop
And you, will carry on.