god
You are God.
You are Immortal.
and you are spinning.
What? Spinning you say?
Well yeah, you are spinning in Oblivion.
Emptiness is not a void, but a hole, Its a ditch in your back yard
Its that same ditch filled with wine, and raisins.
Let’s plant a raisin tree, I didn’t know that could be.
Imagine falling raisins from a purple sky
right when the sun is setting, just like snowflakes
And again I catch you spinning.
What? I said you are spinning.
Like a dancer on ice spinning and spinning
Think of the Earth, with ice skates
On a ice rink made of the universe.
Oh my, now my head is really spinning.
Well alas, as I was sitting here listening
Waiting for the clocks to stop their endless spinning.
I thought about last night, about drinking and spinning.
Pulling at this thread that I made of my words, of my dreams of winning.
Spinning like a top or a dreidel.
but who is on top and who is on the bottom?
He is on top and we are all on the bottom
He is spinning his fingers around his head
and inside his head, his eyes are spinning,
watching the earth go about its sinning,
just like it did in the very beginning
Sitting on a merry-go-round, a spinning and spinning
like a wheel, like a mind, like a face, like mine,
between the teeth and the grinning
You are God.
You are Immortal
And you are spinning.
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