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Spinning
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Completed Poems Spinning wildly around and around
Static in position
With this lofty intuition
Spinning blight and spinning glisten
To the tune of golden crown
Burning bright and burning dreary
To the light amongst the fury
To the sacred tones so weary
Oxymorons doth abound
Around my heads spins slightly
Tilting ever so quietly
Towards the ire so heightly
Hit hard it shall pound
With the end ever near
There is nothing left to fear
Neither light nor cheer
Somber melodies shall confound
Damnation ever fickle
In the shape of icy sickle
Minding ever so little
Of the people it doth ground
To the earth and to the stars
Floating quietly so afar
Scathing comments coming hard
Upon the heads of those around
(unfinished...possibly)
