Back 2 Front Then Back Again

Doth my eye's deceive me Or is that an Orb you are gripping in the palm of your hand Glowing effervescent scarlet red Like the colour of the blood it was written in or the sparks igniting from it's fuse Waiting for the smoke to clear and heat to dissipate Until it's orbit spinning settles pointing in the direction of the guilty party And the atmosphere turns borderline electric with recriminations, allegations Only to find ourselves right back at the finish line where we started in the beginning