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...