Why am I here
Is there a god
An arch eternal primal
So I sit and read
And try to think
My mind rushes
So I walk the house
From room to room
I set down my bible
To watch the water
Drain through the sink
My eyes focus upon the swirling perfect circle
There is no start
No end
A circle going on
In eternal cycle
No beginning
Always there
Spinning
Spinning
Comes the vacuum
And nothing remains
But the next flood
Cycle anew
No starting point
No end
Filled with the life blood
Of the planet
Neither evil nor good
Just a spinning violent rush
Until then we sleep
In the eternal idyll
Dream
