Monday, 12 December 2011

The Spinning Top

The Spinning Top

I twisted it between my fingers
And heard the clink as it fell.
The patterns revolved between my eyes,
The patterns of the spinning top.

Time didn't move.
Neither did I, I was frozen.
I was trapped within
The patterns of the spinning top.

I gazed through the glass.
It made life a pattern -
Patterns danced upon the window, like
The patterns of the spinning top.

The world couldn't see me.
Invisible. Unnoticeable. All I could see
Out there was a blur, like
The patterns of the spinning top.

I am here in my timeless world -
Time revolves around me, not with me.
All that revolves is
The spinning top


by Sam O'Neill