The Spiral Winding
By repomen79
The spirals wind the weave behind, The tapestry we are. The circle stairway that defined, The gulf between the stars. The bridge between the now and then, The random and exact. The lives and deaths of mortal men, In fiction and in fact. Pharohs In their golden hour, Set spirals into stone. That men beware the dreadful power, Of the terrible unknown. Down ever down the spiral went, Up ever up the way. From pyramid to beggers tent, The spiral Seemed to say, Between the things that truley are, And the things we wish that might. Within the spiral, near and far, We journey to the light. That every joy of earth and sky, And every dream and prayer. Will live once more and never die, Somewhere way out there.For Ramse's 11, He was obediant.* just ask his MUMMY LOL* HEY!! is any one else noticing that it takes forever to do anything at this sight lately. Its hard to post comments for other people if it takes you 10 minutes to do it each time. or is it just my ukranian p.c. and Albanian monitor??????? Written April 10th, 2002 © on Apr 10 2002 01:39 PM PST, Patric Patterson 0 • 10
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