Spinning

Finding a place in time and space

On little Psalms

A hand does tell 

Like seconds hand

Sound strands, light fell

Through time and reasons

We can't see, that which naught

If zeros times a thousand

Yet still, can minutes tought 

Escapade through this fancade

If ever drops anew

And in a moment

such moments draw

A line, straight still askew

When fall through time

And ever lasting sine

A wave

If ever

Planned and true

Never ending

Never stopping

Never bending

Never dropping

A peak and trough

Such moments queue

Into abyss, unknown vortex

Swirling quiet and loud

If all that consumes

Can give at all

When light can't escape just flound

I stand in this spiral

No doubt only purpose

And know that I can't drown