It spins, spirals under,
rolling over, mixing in the light-
the mile wide molecules
and the unutterable absences.
Places of wonder hove into view
while volcanoes within us remake everything anew.
It
is all colours, new spectrums,
an orgasm of spring, gently going by,
a coil in the clock of time. Our place to survive
in the cold, cold space,
these nuclear summer days
a hope in the moment
as it turns circles and mimes.
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