All the choir of heaven and furniture of earth
Janine

The world spins and leans
Learns
And leaves me low behind
And acorns grow to oaks
Whilst I sit beneath and decide

The days flare and falter
Shadows
Pass my ageless essence
Past my whims and wishes
Distorted thoughts, devoid of sense

The world spins and leans
Learns
And leaves me low behind
And acorns grow to oaks
Whilst I squat beneath and hide