The Top
The tiniest tap
Within this vicious circle
Quickly amplifies
And so it begins
Spinning out of proportion
Stopping at nothing
Playing with passion
Lawless, careless, beautiful
Teasing misery
While our lives are swift
The top may move at light's speed
Faster and faster
The force of hatred
Cannot strip it of its glee
Centrifugal joy!
Gravity is weak
Easily disregarded
So much space to dream!
The mighty Neptune
It fervorously dances,
Tangos in the light
The theatric top
Likened to the universe
Spinning endlessly...
Copyright © Gael Attal | Year Posted 2009
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