ROUND LIKE A CIRCLE IN A SPIRAL
LIKE A WHEEL WITHIN A WHEEL
LIKE A SNOWBALLOWN AOUNTAIN
LIKE A CAROUSEL THAT'S TURNING
RUNNING RINGS AROUND THEOON
LIKE A CLOCK WHOSE HANDS ARE SWEEPING
PAST THEINUTESF IT'S FACE
AND THE WORLD IS LIKE AN APPLE
WHIRLING SILENTLY IN SPACE
LIKE THE CIRCLES THAT YOU FIND
IN THE WINDMILLSF YOURIND.
LIKE A TUNNEL THAT YOU FOLLOW
DOWN A HOLLOW TO A CAVERN
WHERE THE SUN HAS NEVER SHONE
LIKE AOOR THAT KEEPS REVOLVING
OR THE RIPPLE FROM THE PEBBLE
SOMEONE TOSSES IN A STREAM
LIKE A CLOCK WHOSE HANDS ARE SWEEPING
AND THE WORLD IS LIKE AN APPLE
WHIRLING SILENTLY IN SPACE
LIKE THE CIRCLES THAT YOU FIND
IN THE WINDMILLSF YOURIND.
KEYS THAT JUNGLE IN YOUR ROCKET
WORDS THAT JANGLE IN YOUR HEAD.
WHYID SUMMER GO SO QUICKLY?
WAS IT SOMETHING THAT YOU SAID?
LOVERS WALK ALONG THE SHORE
AND LEAVE THEIR FOOT PRINTS IN THE SAND.
IS THE SOUNDFISTANTRUMMING
JUST THE FINGERSF YOUR HAND?
PICTURES HANGING IN A HALLWAY
HALF REMEMBERED NAMES AND FACES
BUT TO WHOMO THEY BELONG?
WHEN YOU KNEW THAT IS WASVER
THAT THE AUTUMN LEAVES WERE TURNING
ROUND LIKE A CIRCLE IN A SPIRAL
LIKE A WHEEL WITHIN A WHEEL
LIKE THE CIRCLES THAT YOU FIND
IN THE WINDMILLSF YOURIND.