The world spins tilted
On its axis, seasons turn
Another spring time

Fault Line

One of four, one of two
A twin, split from the start
The fault-line at his heart

Spinning Top

And still it moves among us, interposing
Love and hate, we align, take sides
With science or with faith, by force
Our world is smaller, we witness unlocking spring
With children’s eyes, cast down we thrive
In details before unseen


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