the spinning top
has to stop.
the colours,
the patterns,
blur, and
become one;
spinning,
for a moment,
caught in the web
of space and time,
until it comes to rest
in itself;
the spinning top
has to stop
and face its truth,
some day, some time.
has to stop.
the colours,
the patterns,
blur, and
become one;
spinning,
for a moment,
caught in the web
of space and time,
until it comes to rest
in itself;
the spinning top
has to stop
and face its truth,
some day, some time.
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