L'aura del Campo

Oblate [186]

Oblate

We spin.
We cannot stop.
To cease to move would be our death.
This cannot be our lot.

We created gravity
that bears down upon our heads.
We shrink
as our midriff bulges.
And still we dance
around our god, move
as if Sufi taught us how to spin.
In truth...
we taught them.

In the delirium
before the capture of our moons,
betide the coalescence of fire and ice
when once the spark of life begun
— we spun.
And still we spin
rings around our middle
flaring out in a dance of starlight
reflection of our god,
the Sun.

© Kåre Enga [174.186] (22.juli.2017)