The Top

Written by: Gael Attal

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...