(C) As the Wheels Turned...
The wheels turn within, the wheels are in motion.
The world’s in a spin, the whirl of the ocean.
Whenever you roam, what ever your notion;
Withstand the werewolves, within you, there’s emotion.
Life is a Ferris wheel, a Carousel, a merry-go-round,
Life is an orange peel, a bagatelle; hear the garish
sound…
Of the universe spinning, the galaxies expanding;
The Earth is in orbit around old Sol dancing.
Wherever your home, however whimsical or enchanting;
Whatever the demons or deep ones are recanting;
Life is a festival, a carnival, a roundabout,
Life is a feast for all, a cannibal, a roustabout. .
Water direction runs clockwise down the drain.
The whirling of the dervishes is ecstasy beyond
profane.
Come
infidel, fire-worshipper, come pagan or Jain,
The
fundamental condition of our existence is the same.
Life
is about pivoting, pirouetting like a ballerina,
Life
can be riveting, as diverting as a Cavatina.
The
moon spins around the planet, tides rise and fall.
The
loon flies around often frantic, ostracised by all.
As
the wheels turned and faces stern react in the mall,
The
truth is that we’re all mad, Sir Galahad: your call!
Life
cycles are concentric, eccentric and multiplying,
Life
styles are eclectic, egocentric and stupefying.
Crop
circles appear in the fields, in the dead of night.
Tornados
in the tomatoes, cyclones in the corn so bright.
Curved
is the rainbow to the shape of your eyeballs tight,
Dynamos
cause power to flow and blow the dynamite.
Life
is still revolving, articulating, an antelope,
Life
is cohabitating, collaborating, a kaleidoscope...
Comets
are whizzing and dizzying the cosmos vast,
Electrons
escaping the nucleus of the atomic blast,
Vultures
encircling the carcasses on the savannah grass,
Ominous
shadows, the world has a Janus cast.
Life
is transition, beginnings, a play to rehearse,
Life
is abstract or concrete, sacred and perverse.
