4 (she spins in moonlight)


she spins in moonlight,
in and out of moonbeams,
some madly-grinned whirlwind,
she spins faster.


the axis,
the crux of everything.
somehow, the crucible.

while she turns,
drawn-out light-threads,
halo her head.
stars fall to the earth.


she stopped,
felled,             heaped
onthefloor, a s k e w:
an after-show marionette,
st. elmo in her eyes.

and I wondered what direction the earth spins
and what orbit the planets follow
and which way the sun turns.

she was probably the nexus,
the alignment,
somehow the orbit of humankind


around the pull of nothingness
and hot the heat of living


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