.
To ill futures
lost and gained
friends that always feel the same
the rewound noun of time
the ill torn gain
that penetrated to the heart of it all
we sensed the dimension
the breadth of space
dug tunnels that revealed it
created a pace for ourselves
the spinning wheel that ebbs and flows
and knows
the glory of it all
we are here
we are here
and we see those that have yet to know
speak the language of the spinning
to watch their steps
friends that will find their promise kept